Chaos is Essential

Monotone in each “Black and White” key

Yet, either natural, flat or sharp

Confined within an octave, from A to G

In any keyboard, strings or harp

Orderly and perfect in its pitch

Producing its characteristic sound

In repetition it’s plain noise, albeit rich

Hardly any value to be found

Guided by a metronome, at the cue of a “Conductor”

Seemingly chaotic, notes jump out in magical harmony

Escaping fingers of the Master

Creating music for many

Without an instructor or a visionary

Precarious collision of noisy notes could be consequential

While Order is obligatory

Chaos is essential

Conscience

When shall you learn?

Oh master?

Why make me burn?

After every socio-political disaster.

I’ve yet come clear and clean

In all your thoughts and actions

Lest you forget, I’m but a glean

Of YOUR deeds, not reactions

Selfless help is referenced in mythology

But that’s rare in today’s human psychology

Each individual fights his own battle

Only when it’s personal, do their bones rattle

Stop playing the game of expectations

Of social justice and collective strength

They look good on prose and citations

Best kept at arm’s length

I’m YOUR conscience

As a team, let's stay clean

Don’t opine on every nonsense

And take away my sheen