The Haze

The Haze

Through the haze and age-tinted glass window,

as the afternoon breeze flirts with the uncared garden.

A glimpse of the reddish hue stirs,memoirs,

of the hour gone and decades past.

Strained sight finds the beloved plant,

that for ages promised a single flower.

Not exquisite petals not fragrance divine,

a red rose to complete bosom mine.

The bud and petals shrouded in autumn leaves,

heartless breeze carries away fragrance from midst.

To a land beyond the edge of time,

of endless space and starless clime

Wind melodious,fragrant with celestial colors,

fade at the sight of the shriveling flower.

Blossom lives through perishing flowers,

a withering red rose brings death of the bloom.

A Tribute To Aaron

There is a great probability that you landed on this page through a web feed and that you are also unaware that one of the persons who created this amazing technology died exactly one month back. Perhaps I am over-reaching,  there definitely were more people involved but the contributions Aaron Swartz made in such a short time justifies it. Aaron's suicide at the age of 26 also indicates how fearful authorities are to the challenge of hacktivists and those seeking to democratize information through web. Internet activists are being hounded,arrested,illegally detained and even threatened simply because they are motivated to do something for the general good and  for being also smarter than the rest. Aaron was one such thought leader and one of the earliest martyrs of Open Information Revolution.

The Last Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed Is Death

"...And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life." -Beedle The Bard, Tale of the Three Brothers -Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This statement captures an essence of stoic philosopher's concept of choosing suicide over non-virtuous life but another important condition is that s/he must be a wise person.

Tears of Angels

Let not the shimmer of the metalled road,

Dampen the spirit or loosen the hold.

Throttle up, let the beast roar,

Let the tears of the angels soak your soul.

 Let the fury of nature and of the metallic beast,

Manifest the angst underneath your breast.

No friends,no lovers can delve so deep

As the spirit pervading the primordial

 Let the primeval spark ignite the flame within,

And the fuel be charred yearnings.

 With helpless rage weld the pieces,

And let watery eyes polish the shine.

Be the anvil and let the torrent shape,

Sculpt Galatea from your red furnace

Fire and rain smite metal and smoke,

With motion and noise,the elements of our age

The Lost Symbol : A Review

After Rome and Paris, Robert Langdon faces yet another challenge to unravel ancient secrets, save a friend's life,defeat a formidable foe and avert a global disaster, all in a single day's work. But this time the adventure takes place in Washington which may initially seem surprising,given the fact that was founded roughly 300 years back whereas ancient secrets date back to well.. antiquity. The linkage of course is the well-known Masonic roots of the founding fathers of the USA and Freemason symbols and signature found in everything from the White House to the Presidential Seal and even currency bills, subjects which have provided sustenance to myriads of conspiracy theories floating on the web especially.