Chronicle of a Deinstallation

When I uninstalled face-recognition
from the software amid my own brain

there commenced an amorphous condition
that some might recognize as insane

had I poured my whole life down the drain?
had I nixed my fine knack for precision?

much was lost & how strange was the gain
when I uninstalled face-recognition

The Great Escape [story in 16 lines]

(i)

"Escapeescapeescape!"
we stood with mouths agape

no prisoner had fled
but one amid his bed

went wandering so free
in mental liberty

his soul had left behind
body & humankind

(ii)

nocturnal moksha seemed
a dream we scarce had dreamed

yet every dreamer goes
beyond sorrow I s'pose

yet fleetingly 'tis true
till comes prison anew

when dawnlight's tassels drape
there ends the great escape

The Hazards & Advantages of Confabulation

A billion banana peels
     were lounging in the park
a pool of rather lively eels
     had festered in the dark
I took a stroll beside the pool
     and slipped upon a peel!
while I might claim I'm not a fool
     thank God this wasn't real!

An Inner Sojourn

A poem from my toe arose
     and when it reached my heart
it lodged a spell and (I suppose)
     developed its hushed art
but when anon it further rose
     and reached my addled brain
my intellect remarked it glows!
     tears tumbled in soft rain

Vasu In Situ

Here's seen the Professor in his natural habitat
his shirt is sharply ironed & he doesn't wear a hat

fluorescents mark the ambiance of this eternal office
but where's his phone or laptop? where his prose & poem & chat?

no violin is noted in this pseudo-natural photo
nor is a dog observed! can you perchance account for that?




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for Vasudev Murthi