A Voyage to remember

 Darwin - The Explorer

  There was a man in England long ago

   He used to discover the call of wild

   With his passion and ego

   Once sent to be a law year

    It was not destined to him, so he shifted the gear

    Father Darwin was anxious 

    Because his boy was not much future concious

     Nothing to happen to him except

     ' wild goose chase '

      Darwin's passion and reality was in complete mess

      Then came Erusmus, the great grandpa

       Inspired his grandson with all charisma

      Rejected in his first calling

     He stayed in hanging

     1835, September HMS Beagle readied for him 

    That was a voyage whose legacy never turns gleam 

    Along with the accompany of Robert Fitzroy, Macconneghe 

   Darwin found his glee

   

Then it comes the Galapogas chapter

There is much to remember

Discovering finches, butterflies

Darwin didn't stop

Daphne Major , Galapogas tortoises were ready to hip hop

Duncan to Albemarle it was Darwin's passage of glory

The naturalist found his theory

Natural selection to survival of fittest

Gradually proved Darwin as greatest

Struggle for the existence we all feel

It's impossible Darwin's work to take as tough swallowing pill

Darwin's Mr. Arthobalanus

As lovely as Mathematician's favourite calculus

All of his experiences stacked in a file

In the form of ' Origin of Species 'as in compile

As the Ship infected by Chagas disease

Become one of the reason of Darwin's sad demise

So the legacy continues

As Darwin helps us to think the concepts making renews

Then came synthetic theory

They tried to make Darwin as mockery

Many leaps and bounds, correction - rectification

Darwin's theory was in verge of discrimination

As they found their voice of notion

But Darwin is a long lived legacy

At the zenith of supremacy.

Neutrophil - The underrated gem

When the heart chuckles at the corner

Reminds us to say ' I am the master'

the boss of circulatory system.

We found an underrated gem in our vascular system.

It walks silently , effects massively

We all misunderstand it as only slow man's folly.

Our weeping blood vessels faces relentless pressure.

Where the pathogens try to find ultimate pleasure.

Then comes Mr. Neutrophil

He knows how to climb up the heal.

Bacteria and other pathogens feel the heat 

When you give them the most unpleasant treat.

Phagocytosis to cell drinking

You are  the ultimate warrior who prevents our immunity from sinking.

Multilobed nucleus bind inside as string 

All pathogen finds it torrid to prevent their heart string.

With azure granules make it azurophilic

We are very fortunate to be neutrophilic

Capturing pathogens to intracellular degradation.

You have a solid idea of determination.

You are abundant, never accepts to be dormant.

A leader of the pack who lives for the group

Like the Captain Smith of Titanic sinking in cold dilute soup.

You are the mediator of inflammation.

We can never think without you even in imagination.

You possess NET; Neutrophil extracellular trap.

We found it more worthy than entertainment of ' The Mouse trap'.

As you found your birth pleasure in bone marrow

We start to think ourself as a trickstar like Captain Jack sparrow.

High amount of you always alarm us from being infectious.

We shouldn't always feel obnoxious.

No, no we don't want Neutropenia 

It's more painful than Shakira's Monotonia.

You control the function of eosinophil, monocytes

You are a jealous pride of presbytes.

After so many works to do 

You are as cool as a good Nosferatu.

With all of the glam

You will be remembered as 

' Garland of Gems '.

 

DNA

 DNA, DNA - A Paramount 

DNA, DNA it's our pleasure to have you

It's impossible to get over from you

Along with our blood and soul 

You never try to commit us fool

You are in lines of lineage

Gives us to cover the essential milage

Do you know why we are stubborn

Because we have your backbone

H bonds, nitrogen bases, phosphate, deoxyribose sugar are there 

We have nothing to fear

You love to make bondings

We love your belongings

Adenine finds Thimine where Guanine finds Cytocine 

Erwin Chargaff did the best to define

You are helical , double helix

Makes you a perfect mix

We indulge ourself into your groove

You have nothing more to prove

Each sugar molecule connected to opposite side brings your polarity.

We believe in your clarity

5 prime to 3 prime you lay sublime

We found your absolute supreme

DNA, DNA you make copy of yourself

that's the replication

We see it as our primary application

Transcription to translation , you are an embodiment of dedication and determination

Your polymerase checks the proof 

We can never ever think of aloof

Watson, Crick, Wilkins , Franklin

All are attached with you like ' The pied pier of Hamlin '

What's about you ? Your origin?

It's a matter that is our linchpin

You found your birth pleasure from nucleus 

We are still trying to unravel it like tough calculus

From finger printing to genetic sequencing

You are an worth of a finding

You have a library with your fragments

We have relished books as garments

You stores memory!

Yes yes it's not a mockery

Finally,

So many hocus focus , razzle dazzle 

You are absolute king 

Easily wins the battle.

Unspeakable

A Silent Whisper

I can hear the tune; that you can't

I can even hear the silence; deafening quite

You can blame it just as my false World.

I am happy to be there..

Where the noisy World hears the least.

You can be the roar of the Sea..

...the roar of tormanting tempest ...

...You are terrible and fear.

In your World I have no desire.

I remain silence of the Sea..

I am the shadowing side of moving Sun.

I am the King of my own paradise.

You can blame it just as my false World..

The thorn stuck to my throat 

Still I'm happy to make thorny affair.

No fear to sacrifice my ' Cape of good hope '.

.... the cozy life; not to surrender but to conquer

The World of silence.

Silence have it's own voice .

Have you tried to hear it ? no you can't.

Hence 

You can blame it just as my false World.

Yes, I'm the lost sailor of my ship..

But I still dream for the land of desire.

Lot to admire.

I'm the band master of solitary orchestra..

My heart string binds with melancholic tune .

Not that all lost; I'm not hopeless, either hapless.

Somehow I found my own way of happiness..

This is my life.

You can blame it just as my false World.

I have lot to care, nothing to scare..

I have sign languages of tranquility

Not to be spoken a lot.

This is destiny to me.

But I have lots of respect to your noisy World

Let it be, find positives to that.

Also make me free from hustle bustle into less celebrated World ; to lit up the bondage free principia, still ...

You can blame it just as my false World.

The Secret Wine

 Amontillado - a cask of Speciality

  Amontillado!

  Makes me crazy...

  It's a special sherry.

  Darker than Fino, lighter than Oloroso

  Feels like the requim torso.

  Amontillado!

  Makes me crazy...

  It's a special sherry.

  Born in Montilla; Spain

  Unique wine of Palmino grape generally don't fail to convey us better refrain.

  Amontillado!

  Makes me crazy...

  It's a special sherry.

  Rarest , Oldest ; walks on it's own legacy...

  From literature to market 

  As " The cask of Amontillado" prevails .

  Amontillado!

  Even in Writer's desire 

  As great Poe inspires...

  Story of revenge, deceit and murder      Montessor to Conquer.  

  Hands down Fortunato to un'fortunato' 

  As drunken , trapped inside an ancient catacomb.

  Amontillado!

  Makes me crazy...

  It's a special sherry.

  Even unveils the dark side of human psychology. 

  Cask the insanity.

  No wonder I prefer to write on it's speciality.

  This is writer's parity

THROUGH THE SPECTACLES

Oh dear !

It's time to fear...

I've lost my spectacles.

Those pair of glasses shade my eyes

From scorching heat of gruelling Sun...

Controls my migraine .. of life 

They are soothing yet like hard task master...

I can visualise ... not mere sight that is insight.

Oh dear!

It's time to fear...

I've lost my spectacles.

Without them whole world is like a spectre to me ...

I've lost my wealth of knowledge and experience...

This is not the life means to me 

No clear vision; no mission.

Only mistakes , bulge of rubbishes.

Oh dear!

It's time to fear...

I've lost my spectacles.

How can I see the eternal Providence?

Where Civilization starts, Uncivilized malaices too...

Those glasses of consciousness

Have broken apart..

I fear from being blurred.

Oh dear!

It's time to fear...

I have lost my spectacles of conviction, dignity and power...

Without real power I have nothing to deliver.

I am blind to eternity 

Fragile to humanity and insanity.

Oh dear! 

It's time to fear...

From failure , hopelessness and strenuous penury..

On a tempestuous night I am a sailor of radderless ship;

No direction, no goal. 

 Oh dear !

It's time not to fear...yes finally

On a sleepless night a messiah of my mind , my enlightened spirit came ..

I found my lost spectacles of envision.

It was always within me..

.. my lost self inspection and belief 

Now it's a spectacular world to me.

 

 

Tale of Untold : From the backstage

      

      

I know my existence very well..

I know my role very well..

I know my ethics very well..

To support you from the back

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know that you have the light..

The light of broadcasting beauty.

I know you are most responsive

When huge rumor appeals for more.

I remain silent; peers with half flaged eye

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know , both of us are integral parts of each other.

Without me your glamour will be at a loss

Without you I have nothing to deliver

And that’s my job.

You can appeal for more extravaganza

But I require meagre not to be spoken a lot

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know that you provide the place to perform

But I give platform.

Public takes pleasure of it.

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know that you are the best known person of my existence..

But sometimes you brag for your showing beauty

I remain silent though, prefer not to react..

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know you are the product

But I am the processing..

Moreover we are complementary to each other..

If you are the supervisor

I am the manager who directly works with workers.

Hence I am the backstage.

 

I know your feelings when lights are off, screen closes..

Then I provide you the time, to control you, to control your artists..

Moreover the performance on the ultimate stage..

Yes then you feel the need of me

I can understand too.

Remember the ultimate stage to pass

All your credits - debits are done 

Don't look at the back ...

It will haunt you like tireless ally 

At last feel fortunate for your opportunity

Whether you served well or not 

Hope for another better rebirth .. may be .