Working in the lab on a lonely evening

I always liked poems by Robert Frost. They have a nice sense rhythm and a very simple yet proufound meaning. Thus I sometimes like to make parodies of the poems. I wrote another one a long time ago.. This is the sequel which I wrote after I discovered the other one still alive in cyberspace...

The original poem is called stopping by the woods on a snowy evening.
The last verse is probably the most popular

The woods are lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And Miles to go before I sleep
and miles to go before I sleep

The original (and much better) poem can be found at :

http://www.internal.org/Robert_Frost/Stopping_by_Woods_on_a_Snowy_Evening


I wrote the poem on the same meter but since I work in a lab it has been tempered by my circumstance accordingly.

Whose lab is this ? Of course I know

His office isn't in the complex though

He will not see me working here

getting the data to make a show

All who see must think it queer

that I don't know what is so clear

Choosing the work amidst internal strife

leads to the darkest presentation of the year

The spent medium, the dying cells

GFP glowing in forlorn wells

This lack of data always tells

That I have to screen until I weep

The lab is lonely dark and deep

But I have many blots to keep

And so cannot afford to sleep

And so cannot afford sleep

Hello World (again?)

Hello World...
Or should I say hello again ?. I gave up blogging a few years ago when I realized it was rapidly descending into a rant. About the (perceived or actual) unfairness of my circumstance or whatever was the worst in my life at that point. That is not what I wanted to inflict upon the world, meaningless though it may seem to others. That is not what I wanted to remembered (or in my own little dream 'known' for) my by peers or limited posterity that normal lives achieve/memes achieve. But I recently rediscovered my blog online (much to my surprise as I thought google had deleted my old blog in its entirety when I deleted by google buzz account) and read through some of the poems I had written and well.... they were not half bad. I used to like to write stories as a child and I used to make anyone whom I cared about read them or listen me read them :).

I return to writing basically because I am now older, have a little more experience and hopefully a wider horizon. I would like to write my or just a funnier version of my world because I enjoy it !!
I am now in a much more responsive state of mind to actually ponder about a non me centric universe which is an eminently sensible position to be in. Me centric works for only so far as survival in the wild,war or politics and I am thankfully not required currently to be in any one of these scenarios. Hopefully this blog would be my restorative cordial for my long dormant (but not dead ) muse who keeps whispering in my head but is being ignored due to the restraints of work,responsibilities or sometimes just plain laziness.

So Hello again world...