I ain't slaking

I ain't slaking, was just checking,

before long, life started breaking,

had not much, odds were staking, 

against me, so I kept faking... 

World's unfair, you feel me,

I had failure, seldom wins,

been taken for many rides,

still I endured, being tough skin. 

I ain't slaking, was just checking, 

finding ways, to have it working,

taking odd jobs, did some settings,

to receive positions, of my liking. 

It's all sweat and blood,

I never begged or stole,

don't go by my appearance, 

I was once enrolled... 

I ain't slaking, was just checking,

do forgive me, if it was upsetting, 

and swear, I am not neglecting, 

every day, I have been progressing. 

For, I regret, mistakes committed, 

was too soon, for leaving the nest,

so I promised, to turn things around,

reform myself, and return...

Into the folds of society. 

P.S : A rap style poetry about homeless or a person who was taken as antisocial, explaining how he is a victim of circumstances.

Speedbreakers

They are the shakers,

slowing speedy vehicles,

minimizing risks of accidents, 

in residential neighborhoods. 

Raised surfaces, creating vertical deflection,

vehicles experiences bumps, when driven, 

discouraging the impulse of rushing ride,

by causing discomforts to our bodies. 

Yet, they become a headache, 

bringing pain, from the damages

when unplanned, poorly designed,

or illegally constructed, by local residents. 

Some don’t follow regulatory guidelines,

badly constructed, without warning signs,

random dimensions and the placements,

out of reactions, to sporadic accidents. 

The victims, were vulnerable masses,

impacting health, of riders & occupants,

as shockwave travels, through the vehicles, 

placing stress on our spines and muscles. 

Yet, not rules, we prefer control,

destroying public roads, for personal goal,

doesn't help cause, when illegally built,

damaging reputations, of speed breakers!

Birbs

They are cute, feathery beings,

entertaining us, with silly antics,

flapping wings, tapping the feet,

sing & dance, or mimic our laughs. 

Birb... 

They are tiny, clever fellows,

coming in pack, or arrive solo,

in white, blue, green, and yellow,

appealing visually, with vivid colors. 

Mostly brought for the voices,

put in cages, suppressing noises,

yet, true nature, exhibits in freedom,

but, few make, intelligent choices. 

The lucky ones, were rewarded, 

building trust, receiving affection, 

each displaying unique personalities, 

charming the hearts, with varieties. 

Still, companionship, comes with a price,

of making commitments, providing care,

they are social, need mental stimulations, 

a loving heart, having time to spend...

Interacting, with these sweet souls.

Sacred flames

Since time immemorial,

they have been chosen, 

as a method to connect,

with divine consciousness. 

Sacred flames... 

Burning like golden sun,

purifying the tainted space,

allowing rituals, to be performed,

as an act of human devotion, 

to the elements of nature,

invoking the deities,

for their blessings. 

Each culture, has its names,

Holy fire to the eternal flames,

they were considered as medium,

for displaying our reverence, 

offering various tributes,

as we chant or pray,

for specific purpose. 

Methods vary, culture change,

still, we rely on sacred flames,

conveying intent & resolution,

following local traditions, 

yet, they still illuminate, 

and heat, warming body,

reaching deeper, into our soul.

In this journey, of my life

In this journey, of my life,

I control pace, in lows & highs,

like riding bicycle, forcing pedals,

managing output, with cadence. 

And I cycled, in breeze and gales, 

in asphalt roads, mountain trails,

feeling the power, with its strains,

in warm summer, and cold rains. 

Yet, there's always a feeling, 

of being confined to the routines,

without the thrills or actions

and spices, of an adventure. 

So I mounted, on this bike,

without chains, making it light,

as if letting go of the burdens,

to follow my heart's impulses. 

Now, I don't need manipulation,

forcing my will, for forward motion,

rather allow the nature's flow,

take my ride, to places unknown. 

For, it's a bicycle without chains,

no specific path, preset directions, 

let me be free, like streaming wind,

explore things, unheard & unseen... 

And that's the way I reach,

The gates, of our mysterious world.

Regrets

It's a complex emotion...

Maturing with our experiences, 

from simpler needs to difficult decisions, 

we provide space, for its development. 

Regrets... 

That arises, when we reflect,

on outcomes, from our choices,

that strays, led us astray, 

from our goals & destination. 

Some were inherited, from our birth,

others being forced, without options,

but most of us, change gradually, 

building new layers, over the conditions. 

So, we feel sad, have disappointments,

wishing to reverse, rectify the mistakes,

while the guilt, corrupting our thoughts, 

weakening the will, to face this world. 

Regrets... 

It's in basic human nature,

as we ponder, deliberate reasons,

being passionate, attached to the cause,

we become focused, on bettering options. 

Yet, it's a matter of perception, 

happiness lies in reconciliation,

when we acknowledge this feeling,

while practicing self-compassion. 

For, it's an opportunity to learn,

influences our future decisions,

still, we should live in the present,

letting go, of these ruminations... 

P.S.

If it envelops, with negative aura,

we should seek light, invoking hope...

Deep within, or from outside!

My thoughts were filled with you

My thoughts were filled with you,

dreaming of living them through,

waiting for the day we meet,

being together, we would sing... 

Yet, you chose, to hide from me,

momentary glimpses, were deceiving,

breaking my hopes and wishes,

vanishing from the existence. 

Slowly, steadily, staring to learn,

I was chasing mirage, an illusion, 

never to reach, never to hold,

like sand slipping, from my palm. 

Where were you gone,

what have you done,

leaving behind this hole,

in my heart and soul. 

My thoughts were filled with you,

now left abandoned, in the blue,

no longer lingers, feelings denied,

there's no space, in this emptiness. 

Resistance

It's not a rebellion, 

against conservative views,

rather an act of refusal,

of following things blindly. 

Resistance... 

An aversion to imposed dictum,

when heart seeks some freedom,

fostering our personal choices,

lost in the crowds of regulations. 

There's still respect in heart,

our defiance doesn't detract,

rather building the boundaries, 

or a space, pursuing individuality. 

And we explore, craving for more,

while restraining, any enthusiasm, 

honoring rules, observe restrictions, 

until, we get tired, of perceived limitations. 

So, don't feel angry or hurt,

when we prefer contrary choices,

allow us to grow, desires flow,

breaking this shackles of guilt... 

Of Resistance!

Taking actions is not easy

Taking actions is not easy,

without directions, things are hazy,

heart unsure, of stepping outside, 

for, sometimes, we need orientation. 

The motivational voices inspires,

when the goals, are in our sights,

uplifting mood, helping us strive,

even in challenges, sustain our drive. 

Yet, certain decisions, were unsettled, 

need other's involvement, for success, 

there might be inherent difference, 

stemmed from contrary viewpoints. 

And then, there were disruptions, 

profession or personal interruptions,

keeping us invested, and occupied,

devoting time, or have it modified. 

Taking actions is not easy,

it takes effort and sacrifices,

still blamed, of making excuses, 

to escape, from making commitments. 

For, it not always negligence,

that stop us, from being obedient...

How A.I communicates

Ever wonder, what consist,

in the languages, A.I. transmit,

not with us, but within themselves, 

going deeper, in the appliances, 

for efficient communication. 

Artificial intelligence mimics,

human voices while processing, 

yet, they have inconsistencies,

while limiting the productivity, 

putting various constraints. 

And thus, modes were developed, 

likes of APIs, DTPs, even gibber links, 

being used for data exchanges,

bypassing traditional channels,

for AI-to-AI communication. 

It has many advantages,

of faster, effortless transmission, 

where massive streams of data,

exchanged among shared networks,

while preventing unauthorized access. 

Yet, here arises the danger,

compromising transparency & control,

where A.I. develop unique patterns,

to avoid human surveillance, 

strengthening A.I. autonomy. 

And then, humanity might fear,

any unforeseen consequences...

* API (Application programming interface)

* DTP ( Data transfer protocols)

* Gibber link ( Sound-based data transfer)

Evoking nostalgia

Our thoughts play wild games,

transporting us into memory lane,

from the stimulations of senses,

they replay forgotten days...

Evoking nostalgia. 

It's a bittersweet feeling,

that arrives without us knowing,

and evokes deep emotions,

yearnings for the lost times,

when things were simpler. 

Some were more prone than others,

of catching this fever of longings, 

in the small moments or gestures,

acting as stimulus for sensations, 

opening locks of memories. 

With the scents, and the tastes,

in our sights, or conversations missed,

visiting places, or engage in activities, 

experiencing a sense of familiarity,

like opening old folders. 

And we replay, memorable scenes,

trying to escape, from present routines,

using the chance, turning back clocks,

like entering our personal password, 

opening accounts of youthful years...

Evoking nostalgia!

Leadership positions

Growing up, you have ambitions, 

reaching the summit, top positions,

become president, or board chairman, 

manage the company, as an owner. 

You see the dazzle, of their lives,

living in mansions, broad & wide,

the shining car, which they drive,

all glamor & luxuries, that you strive. 

Yet, you ignored, the dark side,

which burdens heart and mind,

of the years spent, in the toils, 

part & parcel, of their choice. 

For every title, grand & bold,

lies a story, that's left untold,

of sacrifices made, dreams lost,

in their quest, of climbing to top. 

Missing moments, with loved ones,

simple joys were hard to come,

hours spent on meetings & greetings,

pressure mounts, with every dealing. 

So, ask yourself, before you try,

are you willing, to surrender time,

of your promises, passion or interests, 

would the status, fill up the space?

Accidents

Sometimes people get unlucky,

and face unfortunate events, 

those sudden, unexpected turns,

leaving behind lasting effects. 

Accidents... 

They come as surprise, 

leaving them traumatized, 

as they endure the pain,

of losses, injuries or damages. 

It might be their own fault,

momentary lapse of judgments, 

while others were random errors, 

which lead to negative consequences. 

There could be from malfunctions,

which might come as obstructions, 

coincidental or gradual reductions, 

warnings ignored, complacent actions. 

So, we should tread with caution, 

be prepared for incoming disasters, 

to reduce the chances of fallout,

having assistance & reinforcements. 

And, we pray for divine blessings,

to not encounter any sufferings, 

while spend our life's journey,

without the fear of accidents.