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.