In our universe so vast, life and death is an interpretation.
In our life, we hold dear sadness, and joy is an imagination.
Our life is full of colors, or so we assume,
But there are no colours — just the product of our brains.
Reality is beyond what we imagine.
What we see around is just an illusion.
Nothing is ours, but we paint some as immigrants.
Ego clouds our minds; we live in artificial possessions.
We feel the loss of lives when a plane crashes,
But ignore the plight of children who die every day of hunger.
We drink for pleasure; the poor drink out of misery,
The ones who die are sad, while the ones who survive are sad to live the next day.
And yet we keep moving in our blind beliefs,
We keep chasing dreams, trying to keep away from grief.
The day we see reality, we ask, “Why only me?”
We live in a small world, and fail to see the larger picture.
By
Suresh Iyer
While we live inside our small bubbles, we ignore looking beyond to see the larger picture, for it would shatter our ego and cause us pain.
Boeing Max, so lax leaves wobbly screws,
Nuts and bolts lazily left nigh loose,
That, angels if at all,
Can save poor flyer’s soul,
Wonder if cooked up has Boeing’s goose!
And he that whistle blew,
Struck was with bolt from blue,
What’ll happen to rest of nuts, I muse.
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Happenings |19.01.2024|
Poet’s Note: Alaska Air, whose Max 9 aircraft has already met with many accidents, recently found loose blots on many of its Boeing 737 Max 9 aircrafts following the midair blowout of a panel on its plane. Luckily, the aircraft landed safely, and its CEO said: there was ‘a guardian angel’ on the flight!
Modified in May 2024 after the whistle-blowing employee of Boeing suddenly died. He was the true guardian angel.
Boeing, Going, Gong
The aircraft company's swan song
Boeing, Boeing, Bong
737's high on marijuana ~ So Long
How's it going
for Boeing?
Things sure have gone wrong.
Boeing's 737 is going, going, gone...
Bounce
on the dead
ending
in dread
no morals saved
great profits staved
sparkling and moving
constellation in night's sky
thunder kills silence
Pray sincerely for souls,
Pray for peace in our land,
Life is one of the most important goals,
They wanted to live, but not to spend.
Pray sincerely for hearts,
For boys and girls, for day and night,
For people and their family-parts.
In the sky there is a imperishable light.
Wind is storming, my heart is beating,
And soul is gently crying,
There is no any warm greeting.
Just silence around and sound - undying.
I pray, I wish, I weep,
I want to stop this cruel fight,
You must do that, just try,
And their hearts lay in the sky to sleep.
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