Sound the bugle

A long, long criminal past

Posted in genetics, Mas despacio, por favor, Poetry by justescaped on January 20, 2009

‘It could be my troubl’d digestion,
But forgive my reluctance to grasp the situation
You inform me, Barrister Jones,
Without a shadow of a doubt, and making no bones
That Mr. Smith here, an accountant by heart
Who just does’nt look the criminal part
Should be lock’d away, and throw ‘way the key
When he’s innocent, such a mystery!’

Sir Jones rose, wiping his brow;
held back a frown, did a kowtow:
‘Your estimable Lordship, tis’ true and a safe bet
That no crimes have been committed yet
But upon this, I stake my career
That we shall sleep at nights, without fear
Only if this freak of genetics is incarcerated
For his DNA, his fate is predated’

‘Mendel told us, and so it seems
We are a bit more than a bundle of genes
This cavernous nose, bequeath’d from my father
These jowls from a neighbor, or so I gather
We are hence but insufferable pawns
At the mercy of those transcribed exons
But Mr. Smith’s legacy’s of the unenviable sort
A menagerie of bandits, ruffians and villians (what not!)

Let’s start with those hands, shapely and hooved
And so were Reaper Jack’s: third great-uncle, once removed
The allele that shapes his sense of humor
from Attila the Hun; (he didn’t have any, so goes the rumor)
His constitution, sturdy as we can gauge
matches Genghis Khan’s, given his age
And as a final point, to make evidence fitter
These generous contributions from Stalin and Hitler!

So you see, Mi lord,its not his demeanor
Its history that will guide his future behavior
As sure as we are of the genetic code
Large tracks of his DNA are steeped in blood
For carnage to occur, in case we are forgettin’
Awaits only the unfolding of his heterochromatin
And hence the right decision, in all propriety
To the gallows for him, save the society!’

The Lordship wiped his prominent crown,
As with the Barrister, he fought back a frown
For Mr. Smith was no mere clerk,
He kept the Judge’s books, and knew all his ‘work’
Jail for the defendant would be unmitigated disaster
Both Judge and Smith would be on the prison roster
So the Judge, in all his wisdom, decried:
‘This might well be the day Justice died

This man’s got all the makings of a crook
But also the victim of a path his genes took
And so I pass judgment in the prism of science
And in this, I will brook no defiance
One’s mind and brain controls our modus operandi
The former, he’s got from Einstein, the latter from Gandhi
The court rules the man to be set free
My son, may the best human specimen you live to be’

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Untitled

Posted in Poetry by justescaped on November 15, 2008

In a violent churn of ideas,

Eddies of casual thoughts

Dissipating away in futility.

I await a single drop of wisdom

Whose searing brilliance,

Parches the vast ocean of tepidity.

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An ode to the cutest bee

Posted in Poetry by justescaped on May 2, 2007

O’ gather ye’ all! and hear this song
Stay a while, wont take long
As a cub as loud as the village gong,
Avows his love, don’t get him wrong!
(Chorus)
O’ gather ye’ all, such a sight to see!
A cub sings an ode for his cutest bee!!

Her virtues so many, if laid end-to-end…
would touch raspberry grove from mulberry bend
Her beauty so great, my heart it rend
Oh I love her so…..I do not pretend!

Oh he fills his words with flatter-ee!
As the cub sings an ode for his cutest bee!!

Her smile, aglow as tender sunlight,
I swoon at her soft voice, and I just might,
Her eyes raise her beauty to a dazzling height,
Her laugh is silver, her pose just right!!

On and on he goes, about her anatom-ee!
As the cub sings an ode for his cutest bee!!

Now I wish be her suitor, like all them rest
I pray O’ Lord, let me be her best
For my heart belongs to her, I do not jest
So onward I go, on this wonderful quest!

Oh, his love… as true as can be!
As the cub sings an ode for his cutest bee!!

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Kis qalm se likhoon kahani meri

Posted in Poetry by justescaped on May 2, 2007

Kis qalm se likhoon kahani meri,

Gham-e-hasti se siyahi ruk gayi

Beh rahi thi masarrat ki nadiyan ek dafa,

Aalam ke aar se takra kar ruk gayi

Sanson mein thamayan tha unhe barson,

Ve chale gayen to jaise ki sans hi ruk gayi

Ab khushi ke pal ki aas na rahin

Jindagi kis mod pe aakar ruk gayi.

Kis qalm se likhoon kahani meri,

Gham-e-hasti se siyahi ruk gayi

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He and She

Posted in Poetry by justescaped on April 17, 2007

Unabashedly inspired from Vikram Seth’s “Round and Round ;

He

Stood forlorn in the shimmering dusk

As her shadow faded away

And the words he thought say she must

They never came his way

Ahead his dreams lay scattered

For just when it mattered

He couldn’t say it himself;

She

Wept as she walked in the melting snow

He didn’t ask her to stay

The state of her heart, she had told him though

Albeit from some yards away

For the words she had uttered

They’d tossed and they fluttered

And in the wind, were they swept away ;

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