Tarmac at Twilight

Another day of watching, thinking, linking, arranging, searching, reckoning
It's around twilight, it's time
The journey between my two worlds is beckoning

Emerging from the lanes and small patches of green and grass
Merging into the moving motorised mass
Sleek vehicles, slippery sanity
Mighty engines, mightier vanity
Slaloming through every inch of space
Red lights flying past
Thundering through with noise and pace
Going nowhere but too fast

A not-so-smooth road, half cordoned off
A future under construction, an ambitious Smartness
The eyes blink in the gleam
of the approaching headlight beams
As displaced streetlights shroud the place in darkness

Crawling slowly through a familiar impediment
Caused by a few whose sense bows down to sentiment
It happens so often, it looks frightening
The noose of foolishness slowly seems to be tightening

Leaving it behind, reaching the home stretch
A long, straight, cool section of road
Approaching the abode

At the end of the mayhem comes the much-needed stop
The engine stops purring, the headlight goes off

Time for the spring to rewind
to prepare for tomorrow, return to the grind

Words and Figures

Presenting the world of stats and sentences
With ways and means to confound the senses
Old-fashioned deceit with modern techniques and tools
to tap into the ocean of educated fools

Some privileged to have studied and seen
what others may have or not
Present words and figures making them mean
something that they are not
Cherry-picking from cluttered contamination
Bringing operators into operation
Working with a vigorous verve
to fit the squiggly curve
A likely-to-be-unlikely story
Basks in mathematically proven glory
Words and figures show up with a whole new meaning
Appearances often end up deceiving
The masses seeing and blindly believing
Share whatever they are receiving

A lifeline for the apparent indelibility
through solid support from questionable credibility
Strengthened by a mention of authority
Of modern-day masters or archaic texts
the commons, facing the apparent superiority
surrender in an unfortunate no-contest

A holy unholy nexus gets the wheels of power to turn
Ready to hit out at those who question, think, discern
Some see through the charade, some never can or never will learn