Mr. Murphy and His Two Wives

The WiFi all of a sudden goes phut

Only when I write poetry, it vanishes everytime

Throwing my plans totally Kaput

Cutting access to Google, disabling validation of the compelling rhyme   

Make no mistake, to my attention pay close heed

It isn’t any plagiarism that you may assume

Assistance to vet the written word is all I need

To publish a poem under my yet to be chosen Nom De Plume

I wasn’t too well, so I decided to work from home

The internet speed courtesy ACT Fibernet was incredibly top notch

Just until an indispensable skype call with my manager in Rome

In five minutes, the meeting was rendered a total botch

An eleventh hour trip, necessitated a vital Tatkal ticket

The IRCTC site stayed open since 30 minutes on my laptop window

I almost latched onto the one lone ticket courtesy the heaven-sent widget

The power deserted me, in despair I sat with furrowed eyebrows

Amazon's Big Billion sale shattering the raison d'être of utilitarianism

Staggering discounts lined up across wide arrays of product categories

Waiting to be gleefully lapped up by ravenous Indian consumerism          

Yours truly, no exception, testifying to such sacred theories

One deal in particular caught the sycophant's eye

An OnePlus 6T Mobile, effectively marketed, I chose to chase

A Flat 50% price drop, an almost unthinkable pie in the sky

Was the talk of the town and garnered high intent to purchase

The preposterous offer would last for quarter of an hour to be exact

Heavy traffic as expected. All roads led to the product link

Staying resolute, I braved network latency and navigated intact

To add the treasured object of desire to the cart and checkout at the very brink

So with all set to go, and just the online payment beckoning
I whipped out my credit card in a flourish, ready to gloat

This is where Murphy's Law once again in my candid reckoning

Came to the fore, as proceedings struck a jarring note

I had finished typing the Sixteen Sweet numerals

Of the only big number I have never found arithmetically obtuse

In all rarity, firmly entrenched in the cerebral annals

When with one tiny click away, phaaatttt, conked out the friggin fuse

"Technology will evade you, I couldn’t care less if you don’t condone

When you need it the most, and this is the most vicious construct

Of my quintessential cornerstone"

Defiantly declares Mr. Murphy's appalling code of conduct

I laud the Non-partisan display of impartiality

And uxoriousness of Mr. Murphy and his blandishments

To his two wonderful wives – WiFi and Electricity

But I loathe, being the chosen specimen for his repugnant experiments

To reify his veritably mystic yet ineluctable postulates

While I endeavor to ally with his select army of apostates!

Lunar Love

The Western sky, flaunts a pulchritudinous sight

Accoutred in kaleidoscopic shades of lilac and mauve purple

The sun retires beneath the empyrean vault, to darken the night

As the graphitous clouds amble across in aimless warple

The sunken fireball from underneath dispels its terminal tangerine embers

The vitreous sky facilitating the noble translucence

Across the far end of the horizon, emerge the nocturnal celestial members

The pewtered vastness slowly envelops a dying refulgence

The queen of the night, comes to power in her glorious effulgence

While she illuminates the dark stillness of the firmament

In accompaniment of stelliferous hordes, concurrently rooting with glorious opalascence

Smiles all the way, the loveable white imposter, the night's ornament

The mystic satellite with its magnetic gaze

And murmuring of the ruffling breeze in enchanting fashion

Arouses the self from the depths of a slumbering daze

Enkindles the heart, and sets it aflame with streams of primordial passion

Rapping on my chest, wave after wave of Zephyrous punches

Invoke the germination of one secret wish, one silent ponder

One, for which I would forego a thousand lunches

A Hanuman-esque leap into the night's yonder

To pluck the silver medal majestically perched atop

From ensconcement amid its coruscating billions

Robbing the dark mermaid of her prized outcrop

In an earthwardly quest to bring it for my heart's companions

The knight bejewelled in shining armour

Laden with the milky sphere of love

Will descend with his paramour

And add it to his treasure trove

Trial By Fire

Like a stunted shrub, I see trees growing over and above me

A sight that makes me embittered

The stunted growth doctored

By the weeds that lie around me littered

I am feeling sunk, but my hopes are unfettered

One day truth shall see reason

While I pledge to remain unmoved by acts of treason

As forces around me conspire to bring me down

Rise I will like the glorious Phoenix from the ash mound

Turn I will, these Acts of vendetta and sabotagery

By the sinners

Unto themselves as one day my sparrow

Will sing its swan song perched atop the tree of retribution

As splendor and joy shall rise from the depths of sorrow

My patience and moral fiber, I shall protect in high esteem

And I shall hold my self-respect sacrosanct

The swines and low-lives

Who committed the sacrilege of invasion

Despoliating my rich contours of amour propre

Shall be made to pay for reparations

While I hold my head high, with hope in my heart

And walk on through the rain, through the sun

Through the storm, through the wind

Through the fire, through the dark

Till I come out on the other end
One fine day, in God's good time

Victorious and on top of the World

Defeating brute forces of deceit and underhand subterfuge

But till then,

I will walk alone

I will walk barefooted through hell's excruciating tunnels

But I will walk with my chest held high
With hope resurrected in my heart

I will walk proud

With the mighty spirit of combat ignited

And flamed passions, to essay

The comeback I dream of
With valour and fortitude
And an unmalleable backbone, to script
historic acts of comeback and derring-do

Till then,

I will walk alone

I will walk alone