The Poet’s Ruse

Life is never a straight line
It’s a thread
You weave as you go
Tangles form
Knots arise
You keep knitting
Nobody gets out
Untangled
Yet, life is beautiful


#Threads #Twitter #Life

As masks go down
I see
Two-faced masters
Tell you,
Good dog
Go! Fetch the ball
Come here, sit,
Come on! Take a seat
It's your last and final call
Come, grab your treat

Once bruised, a neck
Almost healed,
Collar mark concealed
What the heck!
There's no leash, no more,
Not even remote
All day you scratch, piss, snore,
And play
Sometimes, you moonlight
In broad daylight

Barking dogs seldom bite,
In a dogfight
Having forgotten the trade, you trick
You've gone stray,
In the bargain
You ain't listen,
Come what may
The masters now feelin' the prick
First, they threaten,
Then they bribe, then they pray

But, hey...

Batman returns
Superman returns
Jedi returns
Jesus returns
Postman returns
Laundryman returns
Kabuliwala returns
Sinbad returns

Nobody else returns.


/* WFH is what they want. WTH is what they get. */

Written by: Rupesh Mandal

Hashtags: #Corporate #WFH #ReturntoWork #RemoteWorking #Covid

Over the counter
Waiting
For my turn
A tickle
Tops my nose
On a slow burn

My eyes meet
Hers, up-close
My finger
Swipes my nose
Catching her
Mirror me
On the same beat

Mimicking me…
You are, are you?
Did I enter the secret
Door code; a cue?
Temme… hey!
A sheepish smile
Was her only say

I get my gate pass
It was time, alas
To go
Oh, damn! How lame
All I could ask,
Was her name…


#missedopportunity #human #connection

Hey, hello... hi
While sipping chai
A thought seeps in, my-my
AI's the new samurai

The new high
A, and I
The parade behind stirs a cry
Ew! OUch! Why leave us dry

Before bidding bye-bye
Let me tell you with a sigh
These words are mine, aye-aye
Not written by AI.


/*The rise of AI has left behind a hue and cry, amongst humans and vowels alike.*/


Credits:
Written by Rupesh Mandal.
Performed by AI voice of Eminem on Uberduck.
Rap Beats by 'Behind Barz'. 👊🤘


Hashtags:
#AI #ArtificialIntelligence #AIArt #AIMusic

There is a child
in all of us.
The true us.
We need
To get in touch with.
Reimagine.
A new world.
Together.
Reimagine opportunities.
Reimagine possibilities.
Reimagine true change.
Reimagine childlike.

Tags:
#HappyChildrensDay #Imagine #Childlike #ChildrensDay

Some people like to think they are entitled without having done nothing their entire lives. This is someone I know. A fool.

A lament of the times. #India.

Dedicated to BoJo. Prime minister of Great Britain. Last seen on a bulldozer in India.

India is in the throes of fascism. Violent, state-sponsored thuggery and hate; the order of the day. Free speech and dissent are brutally curtailed. The poets are chained. The people voiceless. The great nation bereft of a happy hum.

A deep desire to start afresh, gain understanding, focus on self improvement, be caring, helpful, selfless and tolerant and, give something back to the world.

NPAs keep piling up but Indian Govt. is obsessed with NPR and NRC. If implemented, we'd be asked to put papers to prove citizenship. Instead, I put my pen to paper.

An encounter left the nation divided. Truth walks on no man's land. I rest my case.

Hope is the last thing ever lost. Profound.

An ode to embracing your inner child.

All I wanted was to be in her good books. Today, she is a lost bookmark in my life.

All we seek is permanence in impermanence.

Take a chair. Listen. Now stand up and offer a two-minute silence for our democracy. Indian Politics is nothing less than a Musical Chair.

In the wake of the Me Too movement, giving a voice to women against consumerism, advertising objectifying women, eve-teasing, sexual harassment, workplace harassment, gender pay gap, gender inequality, domestic violence, cultural suppression of female sexuality, power dynamics in the bedroom and ending with new product ideas for humanity.

A bird who flew away would come back home, someday. A flight of thought on brain drain, H-1B visa denials and more.

India isn’t the same anymore. We need to find our voice.

You think before you speak. You think before you act. But are they the same?

They say, only the 'truest of friends' and 'fiercest of enemies' come to Leh. Back in 2013, I spent a month in Ladakh to volunteer at a remote monastery teaching the little monks.

When it gets excruciatingly slow...

No pain, no gain.

God has gone to the dogs. Man has taken him there. Religion is a pet peeve of mine. Some stray thoughts.

Neither by hook or by crook; I went by the book. She didn’t get it.

A good relationship is like sitting by a campfire. Neither too close, nor too far away.

A shoe bite hurts more than a heartbreak.

Love makes my world go round. Enter with an open heart and eyes closed.

When the longings are few and far between the belongings.

You always have a choice; you always do. What you do is up to you.

To be choked till death. #DelhiPollution

Rx Slowdown

Love thy neighbour. If he or she can keep his or her nose to himself or herself.

Don’t get sucked into indecision. Find something else to suck on.

We’ve all come a long way. We are on our way.

The end is actually the beginning.

Life is beautiful when we focus on the rainbow. Everyday. Every waking minute. But human life is miserable with all its temptations and vagaries. I guess we should go through it, feel it and find rescue.

When the sun rises, the only one left to deal with you is you.

I have come to know Rupesh Mandal, a digital nomad, as someone who has scoured the ends of the internet (and a little bit of the earth). One fine day, many years ago, he left me with a delightful paradox of existence. And his restlessness to find meaning.

India has been going through a lot lately. Amongst others, the diabolical NRC is a case in point. Leading to utter despondency and, in some cases, even suicides.

We live once, we live by time.

It’s 5 years since Dad passed away, it’s never been the same.