Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Privacy Fallacy


"Trespassers will be prosecuted"
"Do not disturb"
"Beware of Dogs"
Well, some of these signs 
along with two or more locks on your door. 
And a sky high fortress of walls,
four or more;
Is all you have to ward those
eyes in the sky.
But your windows
are as bare naked as
their peering eyes.
With blinds rolled up
and curtains slid to corners,
they have the best view 
to your so called private suite.
After all, privacy is a fallacy.
For the fortress you assume 
you live in
Is nothing but 
the Emperor's new clothes.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

flip

Unfurled and gliding;
Like a waving flag 
Torn free from its pole.
He just hovered for a while 
till he caught an airstream.
Riding high, 
riding low;
Rode the currents 
like a ray in the ocean.
Melded amongst 
the circling Kites, 
in perfect symmetry;
     
He saved his verve 
to soar in one go.
Slipped stealthily, 
And detached from the coiling tornado.
Making rectangular shaped slots
In gigantic, unsuspecting clouds; 
He winged and slid 
through the slit of the horizon.
Making way out of this earth 
He wished to leap in outright elation; 
But, he lay suspended in space, in doldrums.
The Magic Carpet was now under a vertiginous hex; 

That instant, a pair of soiled boots
Marched and halted on his face; 
Stomped, dusted;
Waking him up 
From his routine pipe dream;
Ruffled, for not more than a minute;
He resumed, slipped back to slumber.
Awoke swooping down, 
And took off over
a floor of dandelions.
Dream after dream 
The Foot Rug chose to live, unperturbed by reality.