Social hierarchies

Are we truly equal?

In our mind and body,

and this social stratification,

only creating an artificial divide... 

But then, life is not that simple,

people aspires, to be different,

to reach the pinnacle, of their life.

And we are all, at different stage,

depending on capabilities and intent,

chasing individual needs & desires. 

And thus, we build an invisible barrier,

like a mental note, to scrutinize others,

for our personal sphere of influence.

For, us human, are social animal,

so we established social hierarchy, 

be it through power or finances. 

Still, time has changed,

with diversification of opportunities, 

helping us, to bridge the gaps.

But, basic nature never changes,

for, we create newer power centers,

or remain attached to older mindset. 

So, what's the driving force?

A desire for a higher status,

or an air of superiority, for self...

While others nursing grievances, 

simmering with their hurt pride,

giving rise to inferiority complex. 

Great were our childhood days,

not concerned with social obligations, 

being free from mental restrains...

But even in this innocence, 

creating groups within circles & plays,

we learned, the tricks of social hierarchies. 

Aimless

Aimless...

Without proper direction,

they kept walking...

On an obscure path,

towards a bleak future. 

It's not their fault, 

never had the guidance,

ignorance of their parents,

or facing academic incompetence. 

Aimless...

Choosing streams for degrees, 

indulging in fun activities,

getting distracted, seeking pleasures, 

miss the chance, for skill development. 

And they confront the realities,

getting disappointed, having anxieties, 

dark clouds of negativity gathering, 

taking them down, deeper into the pit. 

Aimless...

It's too dangerous a game,

gambling life, for short term wins,

for, it's the goals, acting as motivation,

giving us an idea, pursue without pressure. 

So, grab opportunities, coming your way,

the globalized world, has opened its bay,

some efforts here, some diligence there,

utilize the time for the betterment...

Rather being...Aimless.

Anger management

We do get angry,

facing life's situations, 

struggling to endure,

the surging of our emotions.

Yet, we had to be careful,

not make matter worse,

our actions have consequences...

Even done for justified reasons. 

So, we practice the ways,

to have these feeling go away,

and achieve the calmer demeanor, 

required for our social function.

Some vent their emotions, 

letting out inner pressures,

others go into rage modes,

smashing things, and letting loose. 

But, contrary to popular beliefs,

researches are against catharsis theory,

for, blow off steam, had its reactions,

goes beyond reflection, into rumination.

As their arousal-boosting activities, 

may have brought temporary reliefs,

but also would increase the tension,

supporting the cause, reinforces aggression. 

So, the art of anger management, 

lies in arousal-reducing activities, 

be it slow-flow yoga, and mindfulness, 

diaphragmatic breathing or muscle relaxation...

Taking a timeout,

rather than trying to vent,

would work the best for us,

by turning down the heat. 

For, calming techniques ease stress,

robbing anger, of physiological fuel.

If only you had listened

If only you had listened,

sounds of this heart's beating,

lub dub, lub dub...becoming faster,

when we met, whenever you speak.

And you would have known,

those days of my anticipation,

excitements and nervousness, 

the building up, of my courage. 

If only you had listened,

to those surging emotions,

how much I wanted to convey,

and desires that had sprouted.

And you would have learned,

the intensity of my feelings,

every time when I whispered,

your name, within my thoughts. 

If only you had listened,

to the desperation, of my requests,

of the wishes, and the dreams,

that you ignored, or left unseen.

And you would have realized, 

the sincerity of my intentions, 

for, we could have seen the lights,

of our shared future...

A stomachache

I felt a little tizzy, 

like a knotty sensation,

never had I encountered, 

while sitting in my workstation...

It started, as an occasional ache,

changing into a rhythmic cramp,

distracting the mind, bringing tensions,

breaking defenses, demanding attention. 

So, I wondered, what went wrong,

bringing miseries, where it didn't belong,

nothing felt good, I wanted to run,

as tummy ached, I twisted and groaned. 

" Sir, try ENO, you will get instant relief "

my juniors had a sound advice,

" Drink something cold, let it cool down, "

My seniors blamed hot weather. 

And I listened, pondered a bit,

requested them, for an early leave,

" Let me lie down, I would heal,

sitting here, aggravating my agony "

So, I returned, to sweet home,

running to the comfort, of my room,

clearing the bowels, were first concern,

then searched for OTC medications. 

Yet, nothing changed, the hurt persisted,

a constant reminder, of underlying disease,

" Try lemonade, it will help " mother suggested,

" Don't worry, take some rest " father insisted.

So, I relented, took their advice, 

had my drink and herbal remedies,

and lied down, closing my eyes...

Resting the body and my mind. 

Hours passed, and I woke,

pain subsided, discomfort gone,

made mental note, for future reference, 

things that work, on these conditions. 

Was it rest, or medications,

a cold lemonade or gentle rubs,

tried many options, couldn't settle for one,

thus ended the tale... Of my stomachache. 

Aphantasia

Our mind is a wonderful space,

to store our treasured basket,

filled with happy memories,

for recollection and remembrance. 

It's a friend, that we all need,

giving the insights, an inner voice,

helping us prepare, alert or share,

as we keep living, our daily life. 

Have we ever wondered...

If there are people alive,

having a deaf and blind mind,

without support, of an inner voice.

The one, without any imagination, 

including audio or visual sensations,

while learning or doing tasks,

that needs plannings and preparations. 

Aphantasia...

The mysterious phenomenon, 

a rare condition, affecting few,

where thoughts were disconnected, 

from their inner consciousness. 

Every sensation needs efforts,

without having pre-experience,

difficulties in remembering things,

or having any long-term memory. 

And I wonder... 

Even if they were normal people,

some smarter than average, 

would they still be...a whole person,

without memories and imaginations?

Dancing shadows, rustling leaves

"Dancing shadows, rustling leaves,

as the wind creates a symphony,

swaying branches, falling blossoms,

under the lone streetlamp glow." 

In the darkness I walked,

underneath the lush canopies,

treading slowly, feeling the vibes,

the rushing breeze, under the moonlight. 

In these moments of stillness,

I appreciated the nature's richness,

that surrounds our ordinary dwellings,

a magical ambience, not many witnesses. 

The gentle rays of the moonshine,

filtered from the tree roof, felt divine,

but then, the path shines brightly,

as I approached, the lone streetlight. 

Standing beside a Jamun tree,

poles enveloped, by climbers & leaves, 

yet, it illuminates the green canopies,

further enhanced by the passing breeze. 

And I watched, awestruck...

The dancing shadows on the ground,

as the wind creates musical notes,

flowing through the rustling leaves.

Bali Yatra

An ocean of people, 

from various walk of life,

it's a cauldron of emotions,

that permeates in the surroundings.

Neon lights shining bright,

various rides does excite,

many hop on Ferris wheel,

to view city, from the heights. 

Keeping the thrills aside, 

major attractions were food joints,

the oily poori, and lentil bada,

gather crowds, over others.

So I watched, as I walked,

on the floors, and the sands,

where hawkers spread goods,

consumables to fancy items.

There were many choices, 

adventure play, traditional pieces,

filled with musics and dances,

enough to cater other's voices.

Bali Yatra...

A vibrant festival,

showcasing a rich heritage,

and I also had my experiences,

amidst the chaos, of the gatherings, 

exploring stalls, along the travelling, 

reminiscing older memories, 

while learning something new!

We all need motivation

We all need motivation, 

at different phases of life,

sometimes, to cheer up,

or reach the desired heights. 

Yet, it's not a one time thing,

nor a shortcut to find success, 

even a rush of its influence,

wouldn't last for a lifetime. 

Since the ancient times,

people had will and the drive,

striving daily, with a purpose,

never relying on other's incitations. 

Even now, we have the reasons,

which does become our motivation,

to follow a routine, without passion,

one might call it their disposition. 

Then again, time has changed,

we were more prone, being isolated,

severing the familial bonds of heart,

we seek the path of social validation. 

It's all glittery and shiny world,

some display grandeur, most would fail,

getting disappointed, and disillusioned, 

falling down towards negative emotions. 

And so, we need guide and mentors,

choosing our guru, personal motivators,

as an instant boost, or beacon of hope,

to receive the courage, face life's situations. 

So, we all do need the motivation, 

to be inspired, carry out the actions,

still, relying too much on incentives,

might take away it's true essence. 

Ukiyo

A term used for Edo period,

for an urban lifestyle and culture, 

signifying the pleasure-seeking nature,

appreciating the beauties, of the life. 

Ukiyo...

The floating world,

living serene, 

letting go of burdens...

And we embrace,

the beauty and the grace,

savoring these fleeting moments. 

And we find our home, 

in the cherry blossom,

bounties of spring season...

Inspiring us to embark,

explore and experience, 

the magic, a zest of living. 

Let's not dwell in the past,

or have anxieties of the future,

for, our are moment is here, now...

And it will help us escape,

harsh realities, we have faced,

in these moments of leisure. 

Ukiyo...

Regardless of its origin,

it presents a lovely perspective...

Of seeking joy and pleasure, 

by exploring the worldly treasures,

leading a vibrant and fulfilling life.

Everything has a time

Everything has a time,

we missed it, so what?

Will I be less of a person,

losing value and class... 

All the connections made,

nothing is lost, just like that...

Hard work and contributions,

would remain as our experiences. 

Life gives us opportunities, 

we didn't grab it, so what?

Will my growth be affected,

by not taking a desired path. 

There might be new adventures, 

in this quest, that we embark...

Having newer exposures, 

from different corners, of the world. 

There were dreams and aspirations,

we couldn't achieve, so what?

It's the quality of the journey,

that matters than the goal... 

We built for ourselves. 

Yes, there would be disappointments,

judgmental gaze, on things we lack...

Yet, it's only us, who could decide,

to get disheartened, lament the loss,

or live life of joy and happiness.

Stigma

"It's a shame,

that we put the blame,

on the ones suffering,

the blunt of their pain." 

Mistakes being committed, 

can be redeemed, forgiven,

if there's remorse in heart,

conscious efforts were made...

To rectify, to change. 

Then, there are some actions,

that are genuine and justifiable,

yet powerless, on the opposite spectrum,

of the communities, forming opinions. 

But the most hurtful were those,

getting punished for a cruel fate,

isolated, abused, even denounced...

For being afflicted by disease or illnesses. 

Stigma,

It's a matter of perception,

without awareness on subject,

or influenced by our emotions.

Like a herd mindset,

taking comfort in majority,

dissociating from the weak,

or punishing the offenders. 

Who will decide the price,

that one bears, from the branding,

without encouragements or supports,

bravely facing this world, all alone.

Cold shower

A cold shower,

in the early morning,

should be a preference,

for a healthy routine.

Yet, winter's a deterrence,

for exercising our choices,

seeking the higher temperature, 

we like soaking in warm water. 

But, many other communities, 

still enjoy the sensation of chill,

as they start their new day,

being refreshed from the cooling.

Even the present generation,

indulge in some adventures, 

fulfilling their bucket lists,

in ice bath, at subzero temperature. 

A cold shower...

That experts too promote,

as many evidences do support,

benefits of cryotherapy. 

Improving circulation, bolstering immunity,

reducing inflammation, increasing metabolism, 

even boost our mood, reducing anxieties,

and combat, symptoms of depression. 

And I too, am an ardent follower,

turning the tap, imbibing the sensation,

stimulating body and my mind,

in the flowing streams, of a cold shower. :)

In the shadows, we meet

In the shadows, we meet,

holding hands, making a promise,

at this special place, our rendezvous...

Placing those moments, closer to heart. 

A soft breeze brushes your cheek,

as you play with your hair strands,

smiling coyly, watching tenderly,

making me weak in my knees. 

Putting hands, gently on your shoulder, 

I looked into your eyes, pulled you closer, 

a bit nervous, pausing for your reaction,

only to be welcomed, hugging me tighter. 

Our gentle embrace, becomes my answer,

dispelling concerns, giving me courage,

a future to see, a vow to be pledged, 

not just words, but with my actions. 

For now, let's savor these moments,

not for long, this place be deserted,

diving deeper, more into each other,

caressing body, imbibing our soul. 

And these shadows, be our witness, 

as our lips connects, whispering promises,

dreaming of a life, being together... 

Our love will last forevermore.

A marathon that wasn't

A night marathon was organized  in our city. I deliberated to participate in it. As most marathons were morning events and I am not an early riser. So, I decided to take part in it, and choose 10 km distance. 

I had to purchase my jogging clothes. I had a sport shoe that I haven't used for years, so decided to not buy it. And finally the day of event came. 

I had to do registration by 5 pm, so went to register myself on 4:30 PM. The main event taking was 6:00 PM. I expected 1 hour warmup was enough, and I could explore the stadium in the meantime. So, I did online registration. They provided me my bib number. and I went to directly into the stadium..

I explored the place, and waited for race to begin. But this was my biggest misconception. As the time came near, they started a dance program. I was surprised and learned that it will start after dignitaries would come. So, the dignitaries came, each one addressing crowd. Soon it became a social event, with discussions, messages and slogans. I was getting impatient, when I met some of my college friends. So, we had our chat, explored a bit, had snacks while roaming around. As the time came near, we learned that it will start after 8 PM. Now, I was getting bored, when I found something stuck under my shoes. 

So, I raise my shoe to check, only to realize, my sole of show came out. I was shocked and pondered what can I do. After much thought, I take out sole of my other shoe. I did feel bad as it was my new jogging shoe that I purchased years back but never used. Anyway, I tried to use this soleless shoe, and participated in the race. As I lined for with my friends, the organizer volunteers asked me to join later as first 10 km runners will run. I was confused and told them that I was also in 10 km. Then they said that I don't have the RFID chip embedded bib number for timed race. When I conveyed to them that it was given by them only, then they requested me to return to the registration area and take a new one.

I contemplated and decided to go back. As I reached the registration stall, they were already closing, and said no more exchange can be done. It was disappointing but I didn't have any more interest to complain. I returned back to my house without taking part in the marathon.

So, my first marathon ended in a failure, due to a series of unfortunate issues.

Why did I giggle?

Why did I giggle?

Having quivering in my voice,

speaking hurriedly, broken words,

finding it difficult to convey...

And I noticed the changes, 

fingers getting stiff each moment,

getting chills all over my body,

I finally realized, it's getting colder. 

Sitting in my workspace,

getting involved, discussing subjects,

I never have thought to experience...

This curious condition, at that place.

With a little tweak, or by accident,

air temperature reduced by numbers,

and I shivered, getting goosebumps, 

opening my mouth...just to laugh. 

It's indeed an intriguing situation,

known too well, from my childhood,

in wintry showers, or getting drenched,

visiting mountains, or morning trails...

Like a natural response of my body,

getting triggered, making me fluttery,

I tried to gain control, of my body,

only to be overpowered, laughing hysterically. 

Those were the fun times,

but now, I have to be serious,

still, I needed some explanation, 

it does make me curious.

Not so common, varying reasons,

some identify it as shock response,

a sudden change of surrounding temperature, 

stimulates release of adrenaline in our body. 

It could also be sensory stimulation, 

creating a tickling or tingling sensation,

Or could be from endorphin release,

producing feelings, of euphoria & happiness.

Then again, it's a psychological conditioning, 

when brain finds cold as something amusing,

these explanations, only made me confused... 

Why did I giggle? I kept wondering.

Mugging before the exams

Exams looms near,

making us remember,

our forgotten books,

the missed chapters...

Desperate times demands,

taking desperate measures,

textbooks were plundered, 

for a mugging session. 

A last-minute effort,

cramming up the facts,

crushing the knowledge, 

to pour them all inside...

Be it the table,

or lying on the bed,

spreading sheets of papers,

immersing them all, for recollection. 

In the age of competition, 

surrounded by many distractions,

we got complacent, ignored consequences, 

our actions being, against the norms.

Yet, we missed the very essence,

of learning things, understanding concepts, 

the seeds of knowledge, needed to be sown,

by steadily investing time and effort. 

Last-minute mugging up...

A method used by many,

due to disinterests or compulsions,

a victim of system, lacking the passion,

where curiosity, acted as our guidance.

And we mug...

Regurgitating information, without retention, 

limited time, for thinking or reflection,

which increases stress, making mind anxious, 

losing our respect, to the importance...

Of examinations.

Amidst the group of jogger

Amidst the group of joggers,

I joined to have a quick run,

complete the targeted steps,

for growing my health quotient. 

Sun streaks through the leaves,

walking on the concrete beneath,

encountering frequent fellow walkers,

I struggled, to keep up the pace. 

And I paused, tried creating spaces,

changed directions, for better movements,

with each round, more people gather,

involving themselves, in this healthy endeavor. 

So I wondered...

How great it would be,

having a place for myself,

being away from this crowd,

having some room for privacy. 

While I tread, and sprint,

inhaling fresh air, of the morning,

basking in the golden rays of sunshine,

feeling the wet grass on my naked feet. 

For, I seek the silence,

having a complete experience, 

unburdened by surrounding distractions, 

each hike, bringing a moment of solace. 

Then again, I am not alone,

a desolate land, is a rarity,

so, with a new-found gratitude,

I accepted my blessed reality... 

And I restarted my run,

amidst the group of joggers. 

How does it works?

How does it work?

Spending life with a stranger,

a relation built on other's terms,

knowing little about each others.

I cannot fathom...

The idea of such bonding,

knowing very well its prevalence,

within our communities. 

Things were much easier,

when we lived for obligations, 

but now, tasting the freedom,

it's difficult to have appreciations...

And things changes with times, 

I am still halfway, stuck in-between, 

where hopes & expectations collides,

creating rifts, breaking down the desires. 

So I walked, with cautious steps,

thinking twice, before I could tread,

slowly times passed, missed chances,

leaving behind guilts and regrets. 

Even then, I couldn't change,

the very nature, of my essence,

trying to find a middle ground,

pleasing others, comforting myself. 

So, how does it work,

I could never tell,

broken many hearts,

with my stubborn denials...

Yet, I too am willing,

if they value the process,

it's not the perfection, I desire,

but heart prefers, an understanding. 

Then again, I would be the one...

Getting hurt, from my choices. :) 

In the tip, of the tongue

In the tip of the tongue,

words, that should be known,

yet, the memory fails to retrieve, 

letters like fog, an uneasy feeling. 

Frustration builds, as mind races,

seeking the gates, door that hidden,

all the efforts, time I have invested,

away from grasp, when it's needed. 

In the tip of the tongue,

it's an intense battleground, 

searching for the right terms,

to convey deeper emotions. 

And the meanings are lost,

led astray in an obscured path,

and so, we struggled hard,

hoping to make a connection. 

In the tip of the tongue,

remains feelings unspoken,

will it remain for long,

or just a fleeting moment? 

But be cautious, take care,

it might be something serious,

a forewarning of things to come,

likes of Dementia or Alzheimer's... 

In the tip of the tongue,

we don't have to worry much,

it's nothing but a partial recall,

most have felt, once in a while. 

And the mental haze do clears,

as if, a weight had been lifted,

when words burst, like a flash, 

and wave of blissful sensations... 

From the tip of tongue, to our heart.

Dark clouds gathers

Dark clouds gathers,

casting vast shadows,

and things get still,

awaiting the weather's shift. 

And I watched, towards the sky,

as daylight fades, welcoming twilight,

a distant rumble, low and deep,

put me in trance, like a dream. 

Entranced, imbibing the atmosphere, 

standing barefoot, on the soil,

as the wind howls, leaves rustles

and air felt heavy, laden with moisture. 

A misty surrounding, as droplets fall,

with the arrival, of passing showers,

a bit astonished, with thunders roars,

seeking a shade, to avoid getting drenched. 

Fat, bigger drops begin to fall,

the chorus overhead, as rain patters,

so, I witnessed, a magical moment, 

as petrichor, spreads its fragrance. 

So, the dark cloud gathers,

taking me back, to carefree days,

where worries were insignificant, 

in the divine presence...

Of nature's glorious display.

An airy author

Trying new thing, hope you like it. :)

An airy author,

Believed bringing butterfly, 

Channels creation. 

Determined demands,

Encouraged extreme efforts,

Fabricate fictions. 

Guilty generals,

Handling honest heritage, 

Ignore innocence. 

Jubilant journey, 

Knowingly keeping knowledge, 

Limits lush learning. 

Miracle moments, 

Notice nourishing nature,

Obtains objectives. 

Picturesque plot line,

Quiets quality questions,

Risks revised response. 

Seeking short sessions, 

Towards tomorrow's topic,

Use understanding. 

Valid victory,

Welcome whimsical writing,

Xebec Xylograph. 

Youthful yesteryear,

Zestfully Zoom Zenith, Zen...

An airy author.

Sunken cities

Sunken beneath the waves,

where sunlight dims and fades,

lies a lost city, over the seabed,

waiting to be discovered... 

Described in the songs,

memories of an ancient land,

once prosperous, a majestic place,

now in ruins, being forgotten. 

Corals adorn, once golden gates,

fishes swim over the courtyards, 

even the grand house and palaces,

just silent stones, in watery arcades. 

Millennia passed, it remained flooded,

grand dwellings, obscured and damaged,

yet, here lies many precious artifacts, 

telling stories of our mysterious past. 

And within those broken parts,

lies missing pieces of the puzzle,

being put together, by able hands,

to answer the questions, we all had. 

Let us wait or take part,

in this grand quest of experts,

as they unravel, with newer techs,

exploring mythologies, with hard facts... 

Even if it means, rediscovering lost worlds.

An ideal world

An ideal world... 

Would not have the strife,

people not being hostile,

spewing poisons that divide,

or shout out loud enough,

to silence hearts, that cries. 

Where connection were sought, 

out of their genuine curiosities,

not having conditions attached,

to any words or meetings,

for making relations work. 

There's no blame game,

for following one's desires,

forcing guilt or having regrets,

of any thoughts and actions,

making us wary, of even trying. 

And our personality blooms,

with each healthy interactions, 

without the fear of treachery,

being used as a mean,

to advance self interests. 

For, an ideal world,

is full of benevolence, 

having something for all,

living becomes an experience, 

to be looked forward to...

Every single day.

But then, it's now a fairy-tale!

Old songs

Sitting on the porch,

resting on my chair,

listening to some songs,

playing in the radio.

And it comes,

like a pleasant surprise,

bringing waves of nostalgia, 

from my forgotten past. 

That melody, a revisit to my past,

reignite the feelings long-lost,

from childhood admiration, 

to teenage crushes I had.

Each note, like golden moments,

a snapshot of life, stories untold,

coming alive, with bittersweet flavors,

that enriched my beautiful history. 

Those were the days,

from cassettes, to CD players

music videos, to some movies,

felt exciting, like a dream world.

The music were not refined,

yet, voices had the honesty,

that touched the very soul,

of the listeners, young or old. 

And I couldn't help but smile,

as I reminisce, closing my eyes,

drifting slowly to youthful times,

everything was a new experience.

Old songs, they opened the door,

diving deeper into memory's hold, 

stirring emotions, that's long abandoned, 

enveloping me, in a gentle embrace... 

Immersed in the music of nostalgia. 

Abditory

Away from the prying eyes,

I seek refuge in my abditory,

a safe haven, for my worries,

from the influences of the life. 

Here lies my treasured memories, 

concealed from worldly interference,

within the four walls, where I hide,

the hopes and dreams, I aspire. 

And I made my emotions bare,

all the feelings I once harbored, 

letting out in the dim lights,

in the whispers of my voice. 

Abditory...

My desire from privacy,

from the chaotic outside,

in the hush, a quietude, 

to contemplate, in silence. 

Without judgmental gaze,

or having any expectations, 

it's a retreat, to avoid concerns,

letting them go, lightens burden. 

So let me remain in this space,

till I recover, from calming embrace,

resting my weary soul, from all fights,

building strength, to face once more... 

Things outside my abditory. 

A lone tree

In the barren land, 

there lies a lone tree,

left behind by its brethren,

in the passage of time. 

Once abundant, losing its sheen,

dagger of progress, making the kill,

an oasis of the nature's blessing,

paved the way, for road widening. 

First they arrived, on the foot, 

cut his friends, cleared the bush,

then came the drill and excavator,

breaking stones, digging the ground. 

The songbirds stopped singing, 

the flighty critters ran for covers,

as the bees and insects fall back,

even the flowers lost their fragrance. 

The leaves burn, in solar heat,

rain water convert to steam,

forces of gale, putting pressure,

many fell victim to erratic weather. 

Yet, it stood strong, on the sides,

been supported by kind people,

shielded by makeshift barricade,

protecting it from outside interferences. 

And so, it flourished, all alone,

keeping memories of the friends,

life comes alive, under its shade,

smaller scrubs, to bigger vegetation. 

Even now, when the tired men,

seek a refuge, from heat or rain,

its shade provides, welcoming respite,

an oasis indeed, in deserted land.

Decisions we regret

Some decisions we regret,

for, we have seen the end,

as it might have led to success, 

reaching the goals, at the earliest. 

But we made our choices,

out of reasons or some impulses,

and we wished, to make a difference,

showing the world, what we gained. 

Yet, life had some other plans,

so we faced many setbacks,

regretting those missed chances, 

that might have saved our tracks. 

And slowly, we lose confidence, 

questioning those past decisions,

wishing ways to turn back our time,

to prevent mistakes from happening. 

So I wondered, in those days,

feeling down and heartbroken, 

would I have chosen that same path,

given the opportunities for redemption? 

As I contemplated, I found answers, 

timelines doesn't provide many options,

if we aren't willing, to change perspectives,

transforming ourselves into another being. 

It's no use, crying over spilled milk,

don't lament, be envious, if they succeed, 

walking at our pace, facing trials if needed,

and remain true to our inner voice.

Uncanny valley

There are things,

that make us uncomfortable, 

a feeling of 'something not right',

arising from harmless imitations. 

Be it in animated movies,

or characters from games,

a mannequin at the store,

or a doll present in our home. 

Bukimi No Tani...

A theory named,

displayed in x and y axis,

human appearance vs creepiness. 

We love things that look like us,

making them more relatable,

but then it comes, uncanny valley,

when it gets strange and off-putting. 

For, it looks almost human,

yet, it seems more insincere, 

and we notice the subtle flaws,

through receptors for detecting dangers. 

It's something encoded deep within,

developed through the process of evolution,

perceiving threats, feigned emotions,

activating mechanisms of self-preservation. 

And it becomes significant, 

since it's not limited to art forms,

development of artificial intelligence, 

had brought us to a new stage. 

Would we find it comfortable, 

by overcoming feeling of eeriness,

or face distress, unlocking primal fears,

if these advancements lead us to...

Uncanny valley?

Making some wishes

There are times, I make wishes,

reciting within, the desired contents,

yet, getting distracted to mental noises,

of varied thoughts, jumping together. 

It's chaos, breaking the flow,

even sprouting unwanted ideas,

that goes against the nature,

of the wishes, that I invoked. 

So I paused, took some moment, 

To collect self, before starting again,

being focused to the very essence,

of the reasons involved, in my requests. 

Our mind, is a mysterious space,

bringing with it, a capricious climate,

it's difficult to rein, by naive hearts,

yet, can be learned with discipline. 

Thus, I pondered the significance, 

our word plays, in daily dealings, 

showing a clear path to follow,

converging ideas, into meanings. 

For, knowledge is indeed omnipresent, 

like energy, can't be created or destroyed, 

still, it requires a proper channel,

to manifest its true function. 

And the ancient sages knew,

creating verses, to be chanted,

controlling our impulsive mind,

giving it, the right direction. 

Then again, 

it might also be...

That I have fallen victim,

and given a free access,

to my inquisitive brain... 

For making some random wish !

Persistence of memories: melting time

The world is that stage,

where an ever-changing time lays,

flowing from the past, to the present,

going beyond into the future.

Still, there are some places,

perpetual, remaining the same,

be it the sky, cliffs and vast ocean,

memories of picturesque landscape, 

The first impression, that I felt,

browsing Salvador Dali painting, 

were the presence of barren field,

with different natural elements.

A shadow looms, over the foreground, 

as if from an unseen mountain,

depicting the transition of the time,

from daylight to the evening. 

Time, being the main theme,

yet, the clocks were melting,

each having a different meaning,

for us to understand, make theories.

Hanging by the broken branch,

melting clock, might signify lost past,

only coming as broken pieces,

never to be regained back. 

The clock over the table, is our present,

lies neglected, falling downwards,

accompanied by a pocket watch,

slowly devoured, by the ants.

And we, fading figure on the ground,

with closed eyes, in dreamy state,

being oblivious of the surroundings, 

letting the moments slip away...

As the clock melts. 

Still, I do wonder...

As an amateur viewer,

if moments are changing,

the clocks, keeps on melting,

should we keep holding memories?

Hoping for it to persist, even without us.