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.