The Poet’s Ruse: Recent Episodes
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Life is never a straight lineIt’s a threadYou weave as you goTangles formKnots ariseYou keep knittingNobody gets out UntangledYet, life is beautiful#Threads #Twitter #Life
As masks go downI seeTwo-faced mastersTell you, Good dogGo! Fetch the ballCome here, sit, Come on! Take a seatIt's your last and final callCome, grab your treatOnce bruised, a neckAlmost healed, Collar mark concealedWhat the heck!There's no leash, no more,Not even remote All day you scratch, piss, snore,And playSometimes, you moonlight In broad daylight Barking dogs seldom bite,In a dogfightHaving forgotten the trade, you trickYou've gone stray,In the bargainYou ain't listen,Come what mayThe masters now feelin' the prickFirst, they threaten, Then they bribe, then they prayBut, hey...Batman returnsSuperman returnsJedi returnsJesus returnsPostman returnsLaundryman returnsKabuliwala returnsSinbad returnsNobody else returns./ WFH is what they want. WTH is what they get. /Written by: Rupesh MandalHashtags: #Corporate #WFH #ReturntoWork #RemoteWorking #Covid
Over the counterWaiting For my turnA tickleTops my noseOn a slow burnMy eyes meetHers, up-closeMy fingerSwipes my noseCatching herMirror meOn the same beatMimicking me…You are, are you?Did I enter the secretDoor code; a cue?Temme… hey!A sheepish smile Was her only sayI get my gate passIt was time, alasTo goOh, damn! How lameAll I could ask,Was her name…#missedopportunity #human #connection
Hey, hello... hiWhile sipping chaiA thought seeps in, my-myAI's the new samuraiThe new highA, and IThe parade behind stirs a cryEw! OUch! Why leave us dryBefore bidding bye-byeLet me tell you with a sighThese words are mine, aye-ayeNot 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 childin all of us.The true us.We needTo 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.
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.
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.
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.
God has gone to the dogs. Man has taken him there. Religion is a pet peeve of mine. Some stray thoughts.
A good relationship is like sitting by a campfire. Neither too close, nor too far away.
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.
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.