Quantum biology

Science is enlightening,

teaching us new things,

with newer discoveries, 

opening our perspectives. 

We were the seekers,

since ancient times,

creating abstract ideas,

for some explaining... 

And we had different subjects,

emphasize various disciplines,

to understand animate being,

interactions with the nonliving. 

There were many theories, 

each diversifying the topics,

yet, deep down, it's connected,

we all had this feeling... 

So, researchers finally decoded,

that's something of a mystery,

which ancients stated vaguely, 

were finally translated, into logic.

Quantum biology... 

A concept that needs pondering, 

prod deeper, for understanding, 

the realms, of divine entities,

when we see our living world,

through prisms, of quantum reality. 

All the cells of our body,

consist of various molecules,

but they follow quantum rules,

in this game of chances,

of living and propagating. 

And our knowledge is limited,

not deeper than molecular levels,

to the places, where photon travel,

and electrons, staying in motion,

being active, in quantum dimensions. 

We would be surprised to know,

that, most of bird's migrations,

involving earth's magnetic field,

uses uncertanity principle as compass,

in subatomic space, of their eyes. 

Even in our senses, it has role

when we ascertain various smells,

it's not only our receptors that bind,

but with vibrations, they harmonize,

when electrons leap between atoms.

( Of receptors and scent molecules ) 

We are fascinated, by metamorphosis,

yet, remain ignorant, of the process,

as various enzymes, speed up reactions,

overcoming many energy barriers,

with the help of quantum tunneling. 

Our life started, on this earth,

when organism created food, from sun,

within chlorophyll, through photosynthesis, 

where exitons delivered their energy, 

using quantum wave of electrons. 

But the most important event,

is the evolution, of organisms, 

where quantum world influences, 

genetic mutations, by jumping protons,

using the help of quantum tunneling. 

With newer discoveries, we would learn,

have a better elucidation, of our world,

as we dive deeper, into biological life,

through the path, of quantum realms!!

Inspired by You tube episode: how quantum physics define our reality.

I would recommend it for better understanding. 

Quack, quack, quack

Quack, quack, quack,

their voice would crack,

as they walk around,

wiggling on their back. 

Paddling on the ground,

and rafting in the lakes,

exploring our surroundings, 

while creating a ruckus. 

Quack, quack, quack,

they forage for the snack,

some corns and the breads,

we used to pack... 

For, they were our ducks,

in parks, we had the luck,

watch them explore & play,

as they waddle all day. 

Quack, quack, quack, 

we would follow their track,

chasing or feeding them,

till they leave or attack!! 

And we will have fun,

singing our silly songs,

with laugh and giggles, 

we will enjoy, their company.

Being a cynic

An easygoing personality,

was too naive a person,

when was it, I don't remember,

but views stained with pessimism... 

I have been through a lot,

taken advantage of my feelings,

meetings were transactional, 

and relationships, fleeting... 

So, mind became suspicious, 

when heart started to believe,

being skeptical of the interactions,

I was becoming a cynic... 

Still I yearned, something genuine,

getting over my shallow thinking,

tainted by colors, that I avoided,

the realization, of being too negative. 

For, it's too weary, being a cynic,

and, I envy, the trusting souls,

being unaware, or unperturbed, 

not corrupted by perceived failures... 

Experiencing the true bliss, of living!!

Potter's wheel

We are like a clay pot,

being molded, in potters wheel,

from soft and loose, earthy soil,

distinctive vessels were made. 

The wheel of life, starts to spin, 

as we arrive, in mortal dimension, 

every experience, like potters hands,

changing us into desired shapes. 

We need moisture, softening ourselves,

to be receptive, of the discipline,

kneading the lessons, in our mind,

and be prepared, with the wedging. 

Refining character, churning our spirits,

for most challenges, we were ready,

the wheel rotates, keeping up pace,

with gentle nudge, of our existence. 

Some crack appears, dents were made,

but it doesn't stop, from beauty to emerge,

facing obstacles, like needles & knifes,

with families, absorbing worries like sponge. 

As vessels formed, glazes were applied,

to suit our values, display the aesthetics, 

and we face the fire, in kiln of adversaries, 

to finally attain the desired result... 

The clay on ground, 

becoming prized pottery!

Jurassic park

I remembered the days,

filled with wonder & awe,

when I watched that play,

proposed as cinematic masterpiece... 

Jurassic park... 

A fictional creation,

a flight, of imagination, 

bringing into existence,

beloved dinosaurs! 

Tyrranosaurus Rex,

with its powerful jaws,

chasing the prey...

While Brachiosaurus,

with their long necks,

were largest, roaming free. 

Velociraptor,

with their sharp claws,

pack-hunting predators...

While Compsognathus,

being small, agile carnivores, 

added dangers & suspense. 

Parasaurolophus, 

had hollow crest, on the head,

While Spinosaurus,

with sails, structures on back,

And Apatosaurus,

came with long neck & tails. 

I also was fascinated,

by Stegosaurus bony plates,

on the back, with spiky tails,

with sightings of Allosaurus,

bipedal canine, with 3-fingered hands,

even pterosaurs, added the numbers.

Together, they were creating an atmosphere 

filling my heart, with thrill & excitements,

I was transported, into prehistoric age,

where these majestic creatures dwelled.

Malice

It's difficult to attain,

a heart, in constant refrain,

seeking solace but in vain,

when the mind, being poisoned,

with hatred... 

Malice... 

Might start as innocuous envy,

some irritations, feeling lacking,

as it gradually fill our thoughts, 

with jealousy, and resentments, 

showing targeted hostility... 

It's not easy to catch,

few could perceive or watch,

as it manifests, through mannerism,

in the gaze, or their demeanor,

making us wary... 

Not many are truly evil,

it's the situations that prevail,

unaware, they too fell victim,

planting grudges, in grievances, 

becoming significant, than minor inconveniences. 

Malice...

It's something sad,

why would someone be bad,

when we inherently seek happiness,

a life filled with contentment. 

So, let us be more aware,

mindful of this negative vice,

that might seep inside,

transforming our dissatisfaction,

into something dark...

Beautification drive

We clean houses, before guest arrives,

last minute efforts, ditch the signs,

of worn out spaces, effect of times,

and replacing them, with new styles. 

Beautification drives... 

It's indeed a curious situation,

cleaning surroundings, to create impressions, 

enhancing the appeal, with visual expressions, 

through paintings, or artistic installations. 

Repairing dilapidated roads & buildings,

adding newer facilities & infrastructures,

decongesting paths, through demolition,

while increasing policing, with discretion. 

As paints shine, on walls and trees, 

authorities ensures, areas be litter free,

as they plant flowers, to display greeneries, 

providing pleasant feeling, to the invitees. 

Beautification drive... 

Should we celebrate or sigh,

welcoming positive changes,

or find the faults to criticize, 

as we bear the expenditures...

For this superficial display!

Simulacrum

We live in a world,

where things are followed,

as per the perceived vogue,

that favors the latest trends... 

From the ancient times,

we have used representations,

making copies of the originals, 

in our quest, for image building. 

From leaders, to religious figures, 

engraved in statues, or in paintings,

most of the structures being raised,

were the imitations, of things great. 

In the subsequent generations, 

we saw advancements in civilizations, 

still, we were fixated, chase the ones,

whom we respect, have admiration. 

Simulacrum... 

We have invested our feelings, 

in the symbolism, of a grand life,

only the mediums have changed, 

but our wishes, remains the same. 

Being faithful to visual resemblance, 

beneath the surface, has deeper significance,

in recreation, caricatures, iconography,

we were connecting with deeper desires. 

And I wonder, as I learn,

how this world would change,

when we lose, our uniqueness,

as we create, a hollow shell... 

Losing the originals, 

under simulacrum waves!!

Shiftless

Shiftless, I would lie,

nothing at hand, empty inside,

anhedonic, mind goes blank,

without tasks, keeping me occupied. 

And I remember those days,

I was excited, for the holidays,

there's so much being planned,

where free times were truly utilized. 

With friends, some outdoor games,

exploring shopping with our relatives, 

some story reading, playing video games,

a weekend tour, too gave me delights. 

Things we gain, reaching adulthood,

made us forfeit, childhood advantage, 

still, it had its chances & privileges, 

which might have helped me glide. 

Yet, mind drifts, to present time,

still shiftless, just lazying around,

I would rather be outside of house,

it's not the body, but heart is tired...

Naikan therapy

We have known for a while,

that most answers lie deep inside,

when we take moments to introspect,

seeing oneself with the mind eye... 

Naikan therapy. 

A practice contemplative,

letting us be more reflective,

develop a deeper understanding,

of our interactions with life. 

By promoting self-awareness,

it allows us to pause and reflect,

our thoughts, feelings & emotions,

opening paths, of inner realizations. 

Letting us focus on positive sides,

we foster gratitude, appreciate life,

expanding views & our perspectives, 

to break free, of mental conditioning. 

And it helps, improve our relationships,

reducing our stress, lessening anxieties, 

making us kind, we cultivate empathy,

treating each other, with compassion. 

So, one should try, Naikan therapy,

for personal growth, & better relationships,

asking questions, answering them sincerely, 

to open the path... of self-awareness! 

P.S. :  Naikan therapy is a guided self-reflection, rooted in Buddhist principles.

It encourages individual to reflect on three key questions; 

1. What did I receive from this person?

2. What did I give to this person?

3. What worries, troubles or unhappiness did I cause this person?

A afternoon nap

A bit tired, I need to stop,

sun is warm, I need to tap,

love for a moment, in nature's lap,

it's my treasured, an afternoon nap. 

Eyelids gets heavy, closing eyes,

relaxing muscles, losing its strength,

I want to rest, it's not a crime,

falling into slumber, at daytime. 

In the park, sitting on the bench

might make me dirty, or get drenched, 

so, I went inside, to my comfy bed,

falling into its soft embrace instead. 

Deeper and deeper, I kept sinking,

seconds & minutes, clock is ticking,

drop by drop, the plink of faucets,

all fading, into some distant noises. 

And I lost counts, duration of time,

it was evening, when I open eyes,

still feeling groggy, foggy in mind,

being disoriented, of my surroundings. 

It's take moments, before I realized,

feeling refreshed, fully awakened, 

reminding myself, not to fell in this trap,

letting myself loose, into an afternoon nap... 

For, sweet night, might get jealous,

taking away, my precious sleep!!

Grooving

I am a silent observer, 

watching things from afar,

being wary of the stage,

of grabbing someone's attention... 

Yet, you played the song,

making the music flow,

with beats and rhythms, 

charging the atmosphere. 

And then, you sway, 

notching up the play,

as your body moves,

feeling the vibes, of notes. 

Grooving... 

These vibrations in the air,

are contagious to us viewers, 

a little bobs of our heads,

a bit of shakes, in our steps.

At that moment, we connect,

finding the joy and exuberance, 

while indulging in the melodies,

streaming through our veins. 

I was a silent observer,

still got pulled to your display, 

linking my heart and the body 

to the mood of this game...

Unconsciously grooving away!

Like stars, in the constellations

Like stars, in the constellations, 

we have dreams, and the aspirations, 

fuelling our journey, towards a goal,

providing meaning, to our souls... 

And we seek, having apprehensions, 

following the zodiac, for divination, 

acting like warnings and inspirations,

helping us choose, course of action, 

Yet, many among us strive,

toiling daily, without a thought,

in days, months and years,

for the provisions, of our dears. 

So I wonder, as seasons changed,

should I pursue, my visions as steps,

changing tasks, setting my targets,

for that feeling of accomplishment? 

And I realized, of social constructs,

that distracts, from values of moments, 

being felt in hearts, with experiences, 

spreading across the galaxies...

Of wishes, forming & dissolving,

over the ages!

Empty vessels sound much

" Empty vessels sounds much " 

A proverb...

That let us be cautious, 

of being too much confident,

of the knowledge, we have learned. 

For, the ones who talk a lot,

often lack the desired talent,

with experiences or an expertise,

to speak on the subject. 

" Dunning-Kruger effect " 

A scientific term...

Denotes the cognitive bias,

that affects, in general masses,

as ones with limited competence, 

tend to overestimate their ability,

giving erroneous judgements, 

conversely, those with high skill,

would underestimate, their abilities. 

Ancient wisdom, to modern science,

we were warned of inherent symptoms,

so, let's be mindful, in our approach,

proceed further, after doing research,

choosing to listen, than to speak,

helping us see the picture...

In the complexities, of the topic!

Last thoughts of fallng autumn leaf

Drifting down from the heights, 

I witnessed the dancing branches,

swaying to the streaming breeze,

bidding farewell, by waving twigs... 

And I watched silently,

softly carried by the wind,

whispering words of praise,

of providing food & the shades. 

The sky dazzles, with golden rays,

warming surface, one last time,

as moisture leaves, drying inside,

greenery lost to brownish sheen. 

Further & further, distance grew,

from these crown, once I knew,

looking at trunk, on the sides,

getting distant, and I realized. 

I was part, of a great tree,

working tirelessly, performing duty,

even in disruptions, bugs and bees,

yet being protected, from the threats. 

So I reflect, on days that passed,

chills of nights, sunshine warmth,

listening pleasant sounds, nature's activities,

in the squeaks, whistles, chirruping outside. 

Slowly I reached, felt the mound,

with fallen brethren, on the ground,

while earth beckoning, for my role,

there's one last task, left to be done... 

In my last breath, still being content,

a life worthwhile, from birth to death,

so, let me assimilate, as I embrace, 

the soil beneath, waiting for my decay. 

Letting the nutrients, return to roots!

Every life communicates

Every life communicates... 

Some uses their senses,  

of scents, colorful displays,

others use their gestures, 

dancing all the way... 

Communication... 

It's a social interaction,

where beings used tools,

following a common pattern,

to convey some message. 

These are embedded in signs,

shared with bodily expressions,

in their rhythmical movements,

with odor, audiovisual & tactility. 

Either inherited or acquired,

being infrequent to sequenced,

there's a continual flow of information, 

that's prevalent, without our knowledge. 

And it just takes our awareness,

opening our mind to their tales,

to discover the beauty it entails,

spreading across the species... 

Every life communicates... 

From bacteria, fungi to plants,

to the transmissions, we could grasp,

for, nothing is limited to noises,

which only reaches our ears...

Bewitch me, bewitch me

Your eyes are bewitching, 

bewitching are your smiles,

your gestures are bewitching,

captivating my heart... 

Bewitch me, bewitch me,

with your lovely charms,

coaxing me, as I disarm,

these walls of indifference.

And I develop deep affection,

those feelings and emotions,

that had since remain elusive, 

away from my naive heart... 

Bewitch me, bewitch me,

holding on to my attention, 

becoming sole fascination, 

blossoming into our love.

And my mind be occupied, 

recalling memories with fondness,

of spending our tender moments,

enveloping me, into a warm embrace. 

Bewitch me, bewitch me... 

Evoking my deepest desires,

fueling passion, with your fire,

taking our love, to places higher,

when we commence, with midnight kiss!

Clouds, messager of the sky

Clouds... 

Drifting slowly, in the skies,

carrying stories, in their flights 

in sunny days, and cloudy nights,

catching interests, in soaring heights. 

Being a part, of our daydreams, 

showing us images, unforeseen, 

and we project, figuring outlines,

creating stories, of fantasy life. 

Yet, they were valued treasure,

help us predict, upcoming weather,

changing shapes, sizes & colors,

indicating incoming rains or storms. 

Charming us, with various features,

from fluffy white to mackerel skies,

changing hues, lighter to darker shades,

affecting emotions, with its displays. 

So let us gaze, browse the galleries, 

marvel the show, in celestial tapestries,

for clouds portrays, blessings of divinity,

unfolding secrets, of our realities!

Puzzles

What's the appeal,

of these demanding questions,

that could be tricky & aggravating, 

coming in difficult settings... 

Puzzles,

These brainteasers, 

could be very perplexing, 

challenging our mental capacity. 

Testing our intelligence, 

since ancient times,

making us clever,

and even wise... 

Shared in tales of adventures, 

asking riddles, to gain the rewards,

even planning various mazes,

to intrigue and confuse visitors. 

Chakravyuha to Chaturanga,

Ostomoachion to Tangrams,

every region has developed,

their own version of puzzles. 

Even now, there were so many,

Wooden jigsaw to Rubik's Cube,

Sudoku using basic mathematics,

to some complex higher theories.

Our evolution has been intertwined,

with development of human society,

exploring our problem-solving skills,

through various games and studies. 

Puzzles... 

It's a great exercise of brain,

letting us improve cognitive functions,

helping in memory, & critical thinking,

also reduce our stress and anxiety.

Yet, it takes a lot of learning,

frustrations of setbacks, & failures,

practicing enough, to reach the clarity,

achieve the bliss...

A sense of accomplishment!

Fruitless paths...

Fruitless paths... 

When I walked,

finding intersections,

forking into directions,

each with propositions,

enticing enough... 

Yet, I watched,

relinquishing the chance,

of jumping into dreams

hoping for a better result,

than my present situation... 

What if there's no option, 

our choices have inhibitions, 

feeding on fears, of changes, 

that could disturb the harmony,

we seek in our life? 

Still, the yearning remains,

looking at those pleasant scenes,

sprouting desires, and emotions,

forcing me to take actions,

only to find disappointments... 

And I limit my wishes,

trying to achieve bare minimum, 

controlling these cravings, 

embracing a life, of discipline, 

focusing self, on things at hand 

Fruitless paths... 

Yet, it might have been, 

one of the best course,

providing me the opportunities, 

to remain true to myself,

And all concerns were misplaced... 

For, grass is greener, on other side!

So, what is happiness

So, what is happiness... 

Is it a utopian dream?

To be actively pursued,

still, something elusive,

so difficult to hold on.

Or it is a sense of euphoria, 

that permeates through body,

the positive feeling we experience, 

when immersed, in our pleasures. 

But these emotions are transient,

influenced by changing situations,

all the cravings that appeals,

doesn't add to our happiness. 

Even when we are lounging,

or indulging into the luxuries,

taking leaves for vacations,

to visit beach or mountains. 

They do bring us joy,

but still lacks refinement,

and we keep chasing blindly,

seeking instant gratification.

Some fall for procrastination, 

others rush for early retirements, 

still get bored and miserable, 

without a purpose or direction. 

So, what is happiness... 

There's no single answer,

but it's a blend of conditions,

where we find momentary pleasures, 

and satisfaction, of overcoming struggles. 

For, it gives our life, a meaning,

with a sense of accomplishment, 

it's not happiness, but the satisfaction, 

that helps us live, a life of fulfillment. 

And, we find, in such moments,

some in devotion, to their faith,

spending time, with family & friends,

and many more, through dedication...

To their work.

Beyond frosted window

Wrapped in blanket, chilly nights,

waking up, bathed in golden lights, 

gently greeting, rooms getting bright,

filtering through the curtain tights... 

Pulling back, these closed drapes,

I encountered, some unique shapes,

like hazy figures, shadowy silhouettes, 

swaying beyond, frosted glass panes. 

And magic unfolds, before my eyes,

as snowflakes, falling from the skies,

sparking shine, blurred on the sides,

yet, enchanting, a wonderful sight. 

Branches of trees, covered in white, 

fledgling huddling, on the heights,

children playing, creating snowman,

rolling up the balls, staking together. 

The roofs transform, in the wake,

snow clad, like icing on the cakes,

there's canine, jumping around,

curious & playing, barking loud. 

Beyond frosty windows,

the world comes alive,

and I wear my jacket,

getting ready to join. 

It's too much to watch...

From the sides!

Silent resignation

There are some days,

I come face to face,

all the disappointments, 

expectations not met...

And it pours,

drowning me with sadness,

feeling hopeless & being lost,

reeling with an aching heart. 

I tried, to remain unperturbed, 

using distractions, and escape,

from effects of these ruminations, 

the mental sufferings, they caused.

It's all in our mind, I thought,

yet, physical experiences, nadir...

I accustomed, to the realities,

following through my routine. 

So I pondered, in such moments,

have I really become disinterested, 

losing the desires, or aspirations, 

numbing, my feelings & emotions. 

Then, a voice spoke, deep inside,

to have faith, keep hopes alive,

even facing betrayals, & in failures,

don't abandon, keep on wishing... 

And not live a life...

Of silent resignation!

Kutcha house

In these peripheries, of our towns,

we might encounter, thatched house,

feeling curious, some pity may arouse,

explore it more, if we were allowed... 

Kutcha house... 

These traditional homes,

made of mud, straw or cow dungs,

with pillars of woods and bamboos,

and roofs, dried grass or palm leaves.

The earthen floor, has rough surface,

having courtyard & raised veranda,

rooms can be small, for some tasks,

yet, windows are open and large. 

The further we move, away from cities, 

we would realize, our bestowed luxuries,

might be paled, in comparison to features,

presenting ways, of harmonious coexistence. 

Still, they were fading, in modern lifestyle,

losing its importance, with changing times,

gradually disconnected, from our traditions

after replacing it, with brick or concrete. 

Still evokes, nostalgic memories,

when we visit, these familiar dwellings,

in exhibitions, as glimpses of heritage,

or in our journey, to distant villages.

A symbol of our cultural practices,

decorated with murals and painting,

being celebrated or frowned upon,

with a risk, of slowly lose significance... 

Still they remain, deep in hearts,

standing proudly, as Kutcha house.

Lets reduce disposable plastics

We don't need supervision, 

if our upbringing is enough,

for keeping surroundings clean,

by developing a civic sense...

Yet, we are being let down,

by indifference & ignorance,

or contempt of our people, 

showing a complete disregard. 

And it's overwhelming,

all the plastics, that is thrown, 

in form of packets, plates or bottles,

being treated as common trash...

In the gatherings, or exploring, 

not showing maturity, in the handling,

leaving behind these waste materials, 

after completion of functions or meetings. 

Then again, are they to be blamed,

if rules weren't enforced or conveyed, 

without proper infrastructures in place,

from signage, staffs or garbage bags.

Still, as citizen, we have duties,

following laws, & proper teachings, 

maintain decorum, respect the rights,

while utilizing services, in public places. 

So, come together, spread awareness,

not let careless actions, taint aesthetics, 

make conscious efforts, minimize damages,

by reducing plastic disposables, in our lives.

Trip to remote waterfall

It was a day trip, 

away from hustles, 

for a nature's drip,

bathing in the rays

under nature's embrace,

breaking free of routine,

adding something new,

in my travel collection. 

The journey was arduous,

traveling on uncharted roads,

we were breaking our back,

on these gravelly, dusty paths.

Still, discomfort couldn't hinder,

dampening our adventurous spirits,

and we reached, our destination,

being rewarded, for our perseverance. 

Roaring sound welcomed us heroes,

when we viewed, from the watchtower,

unspoiled scenery, of lush green tapestry,

surrounding a spectacular waterfall.

A vertical gorge, speeding up currents,

captured our attentions, with its torrents, 

still, there's an allure of hiking on rocks,

watching stream flows, towards the ledge. 

And we wondered, should we climb,

or lie leisurely, calming our drives,

taking a bath, in pool of water,

clicking snapshots, as souvenirs.

But the best thing, I really enjoyed,

that it's remote, away from crowd,

explore places, without being disturbed, 

making our trip, really a fruitful one!

On their feet

On their feet, I was adorned,

a symbol of pride, I become,

when I protected, master's life,

was celebrated, since I performed. 

In the era of wars, I was made,

durable enough to withstand,

the pressures of rough terrains,

facing constant wear and tears. 

My brethren perished following years,

yet, I survived, with few scratches,

for, my master, provided due care,

in the polishing, and any repairs. 

Returning home, I was displayed,

badge of honor, from the brigade,

watching master's family grew,

more lives entered, over decades. 

From braving the explosions,

to walking on sharp fragments,

my days mellowed, without actions,

only be seen, as object of fascination. 

I was forgotten, kept in storage,

until teenage son, had to rummage,

to flaunt power, or for style statement,

wearing me in functions, with his date. 

I watched him laugh, fall in love,

part of his struggles, find his job,

getting married, my work is done,

so was left outside, in shoe stand. 

Once a proud shoe, now abandoned,

I still remember, being part of adventures,

from dusty shelves, I still have glimpses,

as tiny hands extends, to take a peek. 

May be, there's more...

I could be!

Temple in forests

During our travels, we have chance, 

visit places, of religious significance, 

with prayers, we offer our devotion,

yet, there are things, come to attention,

of their role, in nature's conservation. 

Temples in forests... 

It's a testimony of coexistence, 

between us and our environment, 

in sacred spaces of our deities,

there's also protection, of biodiversity,

in the surrounding territories. 

For, humans form a deeper connection,

accepting responsibilities, with reverence, 

communities forge a sense of ownership, 

to both temple and neighboring jungles,

and helping in habitat preservation. 

They might get more crowded,

becoming popular spot for tourists,

from worships to picnic gatherings,

they would be adversely impacting,

by putting pressures, on the resources. 

Still, they support local economies,

giving incentives, to keep supporting,

keeping the place, free from damages,

of individual or organized development,

away from sight, of government policies.

Do single cell have consciousness

It's always been a hot debate,

whether soul exists after death,

that traverses across dimensions, 

leaving behind our mortal world. 

Whatever may be the contentions, 

there's remain a distinct notion,

that identifies both life and death,

without considering other options. 

Yet, medical science have brought,

viable organs, back from the dead,

to be used in the transplants,

bringing life, to another person. 

And it makes us wonder,

if there's something more,

to the concepts of soul,

that's enclosed, in cellular level. 

For, each cell is alive,

has propensity to thrive,

if provided with environment, 

they act independently, to survive. 

Like Xenobots, an artificial organism, 

created from skin cell of frog's embryo,

with behaviors, beyond its biological role,

obscuring boundaries, between living & robot. 

And we question, the idea of life,

existence of third state, beyond primaries,

or we just dismiss these lesser lifeforms,

even if, they are the building blocks?

In deserted streets, I stand alone

In deserted streets, I stand alone,

illuminate surroundings, in twilight zone,

yellow fluorescence, shining the glow,

showing path, to ones who's astray... 

For, fear creeps, in the darkness,

being uncertain, some were mislaid,

yet, I become savior, with my light,

like beacon of hope, in the nights. 

And I witness, the time passage,

with birth of life, to their death,

of the strays, loitering around,

living on trash and leftovers. 

In the days, I would rest,

opening eyes, in some moments,

watching the rush, of the lives,

as vehicles kept zooming away. 

With arrival of dusk, things slows,

as people return, to their homes,

only few visitors, escape the crowd,

spending moments, in laments or reflections. 

And here, I see stories unfold,

in tears & smiles, emotions exposed,

their hardships, conflicts within,

or the dreams, they nurtured silently. 

In deserted streets, I stand alone,

yet, here's a companion, I become,

listening to tales, in the silence,

till their heart, lightened...

Parodies

Tickling our funny bones,

comes a humorous art form,

by imitating other work styles,

adding playful twists inside... 

Parodies... 

They make us laugh,

with their comic jests,

in the music, and literature, 

they leave strong impressions. 

And it requires the expertise, 

in their ingenuity, and competence 

to stir the hearts of their followers,

without hurting pride or feelings. 

Yet, not many take it lightly,

causing protests and conflicts,

by delving in taboo subjects,

or warnings, from original sources. 

Parodies...

It's a double-edged sword,

taken as compliment, or insult,

depending on tone or the intentions, 

of doing mockery, or paying homage. 

Yet, they are unique expressions,

being created for our amusements,

as long as it brings the smiles,

taken as tribute, a form of appreciation.

Grasslands

Beneath the vast blue sky,

lies stretches of green meadows,

for us human, they seem empty,

yet, they are nature's divine gift. 

For, here's a haven for creatures,

from soaring birds, to grazing herds,

it's a nursery, that incubated life,

supporting growth, of flora & fauna. 

It's not what we see on surface,

root runs deeper, like a sturdy net,

anchoring the soil, a carbon sink,

filtering the water, & combat drought. 

They are not just a single species, 

natural grass are a diverse habitat,

coming in different shape & sizes,

providing food, acting as micro habitats. 

Yet, they slowly lost their place,

in our greed and carelessness, 

converting it into ploughing fields,

or plantation of commercial trees. 

More and more of it vanished,

along with its resident species,

being hunted or driven away,

poisoned with herbicide & insecticides. 

So, let us protect, these verdant fields,

when ecosystems survive, they will shield,

becoming vital cogs, driving planet's wheels,

into the future of grassland, & human beings.

We don't realize, roles they played

We don't realize, roles they played,

as we grew older, under their shade,

honing our skills, sharpening the blade,

advance in life, building our place.

So I reflect, on my formative years,

innocent times, yet having the fears,

of stepping out, explore the world

stretching hands, reach my dreams.

There's support, with encouragement, 

still eyes searched, for the instructions, 

for undertaking the uncharted lanes,

without assistance, or supervision.

And then, I could see the marks,

each time, I had taken the chance,

shaping views, clearing the path,

there are always, his invisible hands.

From the day, I could ever remember,

I was being inspired, following footsteps,

in every setback, or obstacles faced,

I would return, seeking his guidance. 

I do appreciate, the things learned, 

value his presence, in my world,

still, we take things for granted,

and not honoring, with special actions.

For, father are irreplaceable parts,

influencing mind, occupied our hearts,

but were blended, interwoven in fabrics,

like a map, giving directions throughout life...

Happy Father's Day!

Sleepless night

Whole day, I felt so tired,

heaviness descends, into my mind,

with foggy thoughts, jaded eyes,

fatigued muscles, feeling sluggish...

An effect, of sleepless night. 

So I wondered, the reasons,

having no worries, or concerns,

neither tender feelings, for someone,

flooded in heart, with raging emotions...

And keeping, my eyes open. 

I do admit, committing the mistake,

extending screen time, a little late,

still, followed routine, left gadgets,

wrap myself, under the blankets,

pause my thoughts, embracing stillness. 

Then I remembered, tiny invaders,

buzzing around, causing annoyance, 

disturbing efforts, reaching the stage,

finding peace, towards the state,

of blissful slumber, on my bed. 

Sleepless night... 

Disrupting the balance,

affecting mood, and my motivation, 

increasing stress, reducing relaxation, 

while body seeks, rest & rejuvenation,

as I yawn, and doze off!

In shadowy tale

With the flickers, of the light,

we could trace, the outlines,

of figures, dancing in nights,

conjuring magic, a mystic sight... 

In silhouettes, two souls connect,

whispering love, of bygone days,

reenacting roles, in the plays,

on these walls, as their stage... 

No words spoken, or sound made,

in gestures, their thoughts conveyed, 

each movement, relaying information,

only to be inferred, by discerning eyes. 

A soft breeze flows, as curtains sway,

their body embrace, neath moonlit rays,

in fleeting moments, their feelings shined,

of yearning hearts, with fate entwined... 

They twist & turn, as graceful pair,

like a silent ballet, beyond compare,

in shadowy tale, secrets were shared,

of an eternal bond, wrongly severed!

Raja parba

A festival dedicated to mother earth,

being celebrated among local folks,

where she could rest and rejuvenate,

blesses people with bounties of land,

with the arrival of monsoon.

Bhudevi, consort of lord Jagannath, 

undergoes a period of menstruation, 

and these three days were celebrated,

as a sign of fertility and renewal, 

with festival of Raja parba. 

Agricultural activities were paused,

ploughing and sowing suspended, 

while women and girls took breaks,

from doing household chores,

spending time for themselves. 

A celebration of womanhood, 

starts with various preparations,

cleaning house, grinding spices,

purchasing cloths & ornaments, 

sajabaja for Pahili Raja. ( first raja)

Traditional delicacies were made,

with many pithas, savory cakes,

while women & girls engage,

apply alta and adorn ornaments,

makeups to beautify themselves. 

Next days were followed,

with dances and folk songs,

swinging from the dolis (decorated swings)

installed in houses or trees,

wearing colorful dress & jewelries. 

Raja parba...

A tradition that promotes fertility, 

as a symbol of divine energy,

treating women as the queens,

and menstruation, an important, 

embodiment of mother earth.

Happy Raja!

My ideal self

 My ideal self...

Ever-changing, being molded, 

with experiences, and judgements, 

that would make or break,

my spirit, over the stakes,

in the failures and successes,

until I realize, being awake,

piecing them all together! 

Every time, I see my face,

I witness, an enchanting trace,

achieving dreams, reaching the stage

of boundless loves & respect, 

to my ability and appearances,

in the qualities, of my strength, 

connections that I forged,

possessions, I inherited. 

Yet, realities were harsh, 

every setback, pushes us back

weakening resolve, forming the cracks,

of the reflections, losing the spark,

shattered, scattered, spreading afar,

walking on debris, leaving us scar,

bleeding us with a thousand cuts,

the sharp edges, strip skin bare... 

My ideal self...

Has lost its innocent charm,

losing shine, facing the storm,

from exaggerations, to compression, 

my feelings are facing distortions, 

still, being stubborn, I stood my ground,

letting optimism, dispel the shrouds,

cementing my place, to personify...

My essence, that I visualized!

When disaster struck

Many lives were lost,

and families, bear the cost, 

when world comes to a standstill, 

pushing them into despair, 

like something inside broke, 

when the disaster struck. 

People are injured or killed,

yet few impact nations psyche,

when damages were significant, 

in the places, that felt secure,

being everyday part of lives,

yet, leaves the scars behind.

And survivors, emotionally distressed,

when these events heightened stress,

depriving them of joy & calm,

terror and guilt gnawing down,

needing answers to the happenings, 

to pacify the storm within. 

When the disaster struck,

and rescues becomes difficult, 

we could only pray every moment,

hoping to witness some miracles, 

as the community come together,

to perform life-saving measures.

And we only wish, 

for the pain to ease, 

when the repercussions, 

leaves haunting memories. 

P.S. My heartfelt condolences for the Ahmedabad plane crash victims. 

Om Shanti 🙏 🕉 

We are the ambassadors

We are the ambassadors, 

representing our native culture,

when we visit, faraway lands,

welcomed as tourists or guests. 

Our interactions form opinions,

that might affect fellow citizens,

helping in spreading goodwill,

or harbor doubts, create divisions. 

We are the ambassadors, 

our mistakes were highlighted,

bringing dishonor to the community,

being embedded in their psyche. 

And it takes a lot to redeem,

may be years or even decades,

to be treated with love & respect,

be appreciated for our contributions. 

  

We are the ambassadors, 

might be affected by biases,

yet, our reactions change situations, 

building trust, developing positions. 

And it all starts with our intentions, 

conveyed through sincere actions,

letting others find the appeal, 

in the beauty, of our traditions. 

We are the ambassadors, 

let's be mindful of our conducts,

so that they invite with open arms,

or get excited, to visit our homes.

They heal themselves

They heal themselves, 

from injuries or infections,

living in the wilderness, 

away from human interference.

Playing the game of evolution,

the survival of the fittest,

they developed the wisdom,

to protect them, in such events. 

Dealing with difficult terrains, 

the tree tops or sheer mountains,

a potential fall, down the fissures,

getting injured, stumbling on crevices.

Drinking the cold, murky water,

chomping down decaying foods,

taking rest, on the infested grounds,

even seeking covers, from being hunted. 

Yet they heal, using local remedies,

there's no help, coming their way,

limping towards sustenance & safety, 

using plants or insects, as medicines.

For, animals are natural pharmacists, 

rubbing mud or insects, swallow leaves,

taking care of themselves & families,

without veterinarian, they were healthy. 

And we learn, follow examples,

traditional cure to modern medicines,

being prepared, from the observations,

of the selections, in the paths of healing...

We invest in dreams

We invest in dreams,

with all the glittery themes,

that fuels our self-esteem,

while distracting, from the routines, 

for, ordinary, is too boring... 

We seek the dazzling display, 

in the screens, on the stage,

sharing stories, of experiences,

giving insights, influencing minds,

connecting, with our aesthetics... 

A constant stream of videos,

provide fleeting joy, dopamine surge,

working hard, to keep us occupied,

let revenues flow, into their pockets,

while taking us away, from our realities... 

Creating a dangerous situation, 

of viewers, falling into addictions,

neglecting duties, or self-care, 

falling behind, in the shadows,

failing, to reach our true potential... 

So, we invest in dreams,

more of some shallow schemes, 

for, our priorities, were changing,

indulging in desires of beauty,

avoiding the necessities, of our life... 

And I fear, of days to come,

where we face, incoming storms,

are we prepared, given enough care,

for the ones, who would volunteer, 

in a world, rewarding selfishness??

Quiet life

Noises and crowd, make me quiver,

draining energy, let voice stammer,

I try to avoid, evade such situations,

finding my peace, in the silence... 

Quiet life... 

There are not many takers,

to remain in the shadows,

enjoy peaceful moments,

away from the gatherings. 

Yet, I prefer the calm,

to help my brain function, 

providing me ample options, 

to perform without distractions. 

I find joy, in the stillness,

observe the nature's flow,

being attuned to the energies,

that permeates through my being. 

For, the daily rush, are tiring,

the bestowed liberty, confining,

within the artificial chambers,

from residence to transportation. 

So, let me savor, my quiet life,

I have no desire, to make waves,

for, I would protect, my harmony,

to remain prepared, for life's journey. 

Parable lost

Since ancient times,

we have these customs,

sharing tales of wisdom,

to psyche, of the masses. 

Parables stories, simple yet profound,

with moral compass, firmly bound

timeless lessons, pure and bright,

illuminating paths, in the darkest nights. 

Passed down, as oral traditions, 

blended with local belief systems,

fairy tales, to mythological figures,

carrying along, hidden messages... 

To these stories, we were drawn, 

planting values, deep in our minds,

while being invested & entertained, 

by characters, capturing our attentions. 

The methods of deliveries changed,

as we as society, have progressed,

with literatures, songs and pictures,

we had the access, to these treasures. 

Yet, with time, our interests changed,

replaced by screens, of diverse pleasures,

the parables faded, vanishing from life,

a tree that withered, without nourishment. 

No longer we gather, hear old stories,

nor have preferences, or the cravings,

failing to receive, their guiding grace,

the innocent hearts, might go stray. 

So, let us bring back, parables lost,

instill the values, of morality & ethics,

of virtues, kindness, empathy, & justice,

following the tales, of various genres... 

Developing principles and characters,

or be in danger, of breaking apart.

Stares

Stares...

These intrusive behaviors,

allowing others to invade,

inside our private spheres...

They cause us distress,

can't escape their gaze

actively sneaking our spaces. 

For, we don't have a say,

personal life on display,

taking our peace away...

Some do embrace attention,

yet others, filled with tension, 

leading to mental breakdowns. 

Stares...

Is it sneaky, or just curious,

or the reasons, being spurious,

to satisfy their immoral desires...

And, they lose the composure,

for capturing indecent exposures,

leading into domains of taboos. 

So, we feel vulnerable, 

making us uncomfortable,

by monitoring our activities...

For, intentions were impure,

making us feel insecure,

losing control, of our lives. 

Stares...

Without respect or care,

when integrity are rare,

in increasingly perverse world...

And we want to escape,

to a virtuous, and innocent times,

where windows...wouldn't need curtains.

I fear interactions

In these hustles and bustles,

my heart speaks in whispers,

fearing to ride, on these waves,

and lose the depth, of its voice... 

For, the noise cause disorientation,

obscuring sights, of my destination,

so I wander, lost in the labyrinth, 

never to reach, the exit gates... 

And I fear... 

Of getting more involved, 

entrapped in these nets,

that take away my freedom,

to swim freely, in the oceans. 

I do have the appreciations,

for their support and considerations, 

yet, these feelings, taking its toll,

pushing me away, from given roles. 

For, these are treasured spaces, 

thriving in dreams, my aesthetics, 

losing its sheen, getting adulterated,

by not finding, conductive environments. 

So, I was wary, of these interactions, 

protecting self, without offending others,

sitting on the heights, inside my mind, 

surrounded by invisible barriers.

Penance or forgiveness

So, what is the right way,

of correcting any wrongdoings, 

that can also send a message,

for people to keep striving,

a pious life, without any sins... 

People had such dilemmas, 

faced since the ancient times,

so, they went to higher authorities, 

to create a system of commands, 

that were followed without questions. 

Yet, power never stood still,

switched hands, at its will,

each time changing definitions,

of mistakes & crimes committed, 

to be punished or being forgiven. 

So, I pondered, sitting at fence,

browsing through various decrees,

trying to align it with human ethics,

hoping of find some sense in it, 

for, there's no substitute, to kindness. 

And thus, I reached at a point,

questioning motives, of such offense, 

done by the sane, under influences,

either carrying the guilts or regrets,

or were devoid, of any empathy. 

For, if we are aware, of life's essence,

we wouldn't have asked for forgiveness, 

or have deluded, of finding transcendence,

rather would accept any consequences, 

renouncing world, for a path of penance... 

To truly be remorseful of our actions,

and keep our society, away from trouble,

should we be assured of forgiveness,

or be prepared, to do penance,

when we stray, losing integrity??

Sometimes...

Sometimes...

It's not reasons, that dictate,

the choices, we would make,

yet, they become part of life,

influencing decisions, that we take. 

Not all actions, require explanations,

some questions, have no answers,

still, we would carry their burden,

out of free will, without compulsions. 

Sometimes...

We don't see the losses,

as it bleeds, of our sources,

being mocked for the foolishness, 

of clinging to unnecessary processes. 

For, there's a meaning in inclusion,

of things, treasured for its attribution,

revered as individual, or an institution,

even when others, see it as delusion. 

Sometimes...

There's no other purpose,

it's just a keepsake or souvenir,

reminding us of our connections, 

with the ones, that are truly precious. 

For, these keys...

Are not for opening locks!

Rapture

In the faint glow, of the candles,

shadows dance, a rhythmic show,

with moans, gasping and panting,

creating a sensual flow...

In the darkness of the night. 

A distant rumble, in the sky,

raindrop patters, against the window,

and wind howls, in the resonance,

adding music, into hearts in rapture...

Creating an intoxicating atmosphere. 

The night seems long, sound softens,

from noisy squeaking, to rustling voice,

deeper grunts, changing to giggles, 

loud clapping, into sweet cuddles...

Like blessed rains, post thunderstorm. 

The flames flicker, burning it out,

as the moon peeks, from the clouds, 

with its rays, vanishing the shadows,

letting two hearts, glimpse their faces...

Becoming mesmerized, by the gaze. 

Rapture... 

Two bodies entwined, 

embracing the desires within,

in these chambers, passion ignites, 

spreading aromas, of hedonistic cravings...

A symphony of love and ecstasy. 

Time slips

It's a mysterious phenomenon, 

which had no other explanations, 

intriguing mind with its formation,

passed as folklore, for generations... 

Time slips...

Be it past or the future,

coming like dreams or illusions,

showing snapshot of a period,

that were too exotic or vintage. 

It's rare, an elusive event,

only a few could correlate, 

where one gets transported,

to an unfamiliar location.

It might last few moments,

like flashes, showing glimpses,

or one could have interactions,

exchanging words & materials. 

These stories make us wonder,

there are things still unknown, 

some being hoax or fabrication,

while others, hard to refute situations. 

And it fascinates our minds,

seeking the truth, for its kinds,

making theories to rationalize,

open avenues to analyze... 

For, it's this 4th dimension, 

involving space and time,

that always make us baffled,

playing with our intelligence. 

So researchers made hypothesis, 

starting from ancient ley lines,

shifting to earth's energy fields,

from telluric currents to time vortices. 

Time slips...

There's so much to be discovered, 

be it wormholes to quantum world, 

we might consider them glitches,

if our world works like simulations. 

Yet, I believe, they are time's shadow,

or the images, from parallel universe,

that are contacted, at certain wavelengths,

either accidentally or voluntarily...through resonance.

Brain rot

A new entrant, 

words in Oxfords,

signify the deterioration, 

of our intellectual state...

For, it's a new trend,

due to overconsumption,

of online contents,

that are not important. 

In the era of internet,

we get easily tempted, 

wasting our free time,

on low quality subjects...

And, it has adverse effects,

causing mental fogginess, 

with further cognitive decline,

from scrolling indiscriminate. 

Brain rot... 

Beware of the dangers,

of excessive screen time,

that would even change,

our thoughts & behaviors...

Reducing attention span,

impairing critical thinking,

changing sleep patterns,

finally corrupting our brain... 

So, take breaks, set limit,

prioritize quality over quantity, 

go outside, inhale fresh air,

involve in physical activities...

For, virtual life has an allure,

yet, nothing replaces real world,

so have social interactions,

and perform your duties.

So, what appeals in a relationship?

So what appeals in a relationship?

From initial days to longer strip,

not many wants frequent stoppages, 

when seeking deeper connections. 

It's something that attracts,

stimulating mind, bringing ease at heart,

each interaction was welcomed,

with warm feelings, & cheerful thoughts. 

Even in moments, we prefer solitude, 

we prefer company, in the quietude,

emotional influences, changing our attitude, 

we valued their presence, with gratitude. 

Yet, not many keep the magic alive,

falling victim, to individual prides,

where sentiments become transactions,

sold in market, of wealth and attentions. 

So, I wondered, in these days,

what sustains relationship, in generations, 

without built sacrifices or any devotions,

where social ethics were facing erosion. 

May be, we became more acquisitive,

making our bonds, fragile & ineffective, 

for, there's nothing, to hold it tight,

every expectation, making it slippery. 

Still, there are many such examples, 

where relationships lasting life-long...

And we could only do celebrations,

without taking moments, for introspection. 

A free bird

A free bird...

I want to become,

away from everyone,

I want to run.

Away, away,

soaring so high,

reaching the heights, 

unreachable. 

A free bird...

I would be busy,

my heart occupied,

with the routines,

no thoughts distract,

make me fall back,

to those feelings,

I left behind. 

A free bird...

It's liberating,

all that exposure,

is exhilarating,

and I could see,

that elusive podium,

not just silhouettes, 

but my rightful throne. 

A free bird...

I have become,

yet soul is weary,

of all that rush.

My wings losing strength,

feathers lost its shine,

and I wonder why,

I am tired and disillusioned??

Window to the world

They are my window,

to this vast world,

that magically unfolds,

from the comforts,

of my cozy home. 

Travel vlogs...

They are a blessing,

bestowed upon us mortals,

in this era of internet streaming,

where we get the exposure,

through this virtual journey. 

It's a realm, where wanderlust thrives,

satisfying curiosities, opening our eyes,

as presentations, spreading awareness,

sharing information through storytelling,

accompanied by breathtaking sceneries. 

Through their eyes, we witness,

roaming freely, across the globe,

in their voices, we would listen,

to various language & dialects,

sharing glimpses, ways of livings. 

And I let them lead,

in their videos, as they speak,

or in silence, present the charms, 

of tall Mountains and deep oceans,

even bustling cities, had its ambience. 

With every shot, a journey made,

cultures learned, their feelings relayed,

perspectives changes, horizon extends,

opening mind, widening consciousness,

with every interaction, that were played. 

Within these screens, I find freedom,

exploring wilderness, natural landscapes,

each episode, start of an adventure,

like an elixir potion, for us ignorant,

glory to these travel vlog warriors!!

Divergence in communities

The world in a vast place,

various communities, diverse ways,

yet, they all have a distinct structure, 

that is manifested, in cultural space. 

And we could see it's flow,

when we visit, to their abode,

from their homes, to surroundings, 

we could see, imprints of lifestyle. 

So, I wondered... 

What make them special,

when the distribution, are so similar,

for, we all have, 'OCEAN' of personalities,

that would dictates, the way we live. 

We carry the scent of our land,

it's what streams, in our blood,

but, it's too abstract, of a thought, 

to help us, build an opinion. 

Just may be...

In heart, we knew the answers, 

still act ignorant, to the cause,

the disregard, of core values,

that built up, our traditions. 

For, us human, are social being,

need to cultivate, some empathy,

with interactions & cooperation,

we learnt tricks of communication. 

So, our action, had reflections,

along with some close persons,

who support, or give directions,

putting checks, on our intentions. 

But now, we were losing the plot, 

in our quest, of growing aspirations, 

making us detached, from those circles,

breaking connections, for individual freedom. 

And I realized...

Too much of freedom, brings chaos,

without a control, of ethical codes,

that were respected, from our heart,

imparted within, with the upbringing... 

Gradually seeping through society,

leaving behind, our distinct identity,

as divergence in the communities. 

** 'OCEAN' : abbreviation for various Personality traits of people.

Climbing back

A steep climb, it was...

Coming out of deep despair,

every step felt so heavy,

like being pulled, by invisible hands. 

Yet, I didn't care...

For, that condition seemed unfair,

drowning self in hurt and shame,

feeling as a failure, I self blamed. 

And, I lost my joy...

Nothing gave pleasure or delights, 

even the activities, of my interests, 

lost their flavors, that I enjoyed. 

So, I chose to keep aside...

The worries, that ails my mind,

sucking energies, of the heart,

leaving behind, a weary soul. 

But, I do value time...

To be spent, in exploring life,

seeking answers to inner queries, 

witnessing world, in newer lights. 

Thus, I took my wishes...

Weaving them into strong threads,

to be used, in scaling these mountains, 

of setbacks, struggles and obstacles. 

To come out, and finally attain...

My peace and happiness!

In these vacant seats

In these vacant seats,

I could see the glimpse,

of days dear, moments lived...

Brushing with fingertips,

I sense the warmth beneath,

of the occupant memories. 

In these vacant seats,

lies many forgotten stories,

that would need retelling...

As the scents, spread in air,

creates mood and atmosphere,

arouse a sense, of nostalgia. 

In these vacant seats,

I could hear the voices,

of whispers, infused with feelings...

And it echoes, the sentiments, 

of joy, pleasure, grief and despair, 

with hopes, dreams and prayers. 

In these vacant seats, 

lies our past and future, 

where present is a witness...

And they would speak,

of choices and opportunities, 

when we embrace, bid adieu...

Spending some time, occupying it.

Narcissism

Narcissism....

We consider it a disorder,

with unreasonable sense,

of their self-importance...

Yet, it's mostly a spectrum,

prevalent in our population, 

where we could see people,

demonstrating these traits. 

They have hunger for admiration,

to remain, in the center of attention,

expecting special treatments,

for a perceived, higher status...

These tendencies, could be changed,

when living, within familiar circles,

yet, newer generations became prone,

with social media, fueling this fire. 

Still, they were easier to detect,

there are types, that lies hidden,

for, narcissism, has two dimensions, 

one’s grandiose, other is vulnerable...

Grandiose, has dominance & aggression, 

is self-assured, deceitful & immodest,

While Vulnerable, were more introverted,

being cold, distrustful, egoistic & hostile. 

Narcissism...

Each dimensions of these traits,

share a common core thread,

that can be displayed,

in their contempt-proneness.

That feeling of superiority, 

while a visible lack, of empathy,

makes them either egomaniac, 

or too prideful, of their image...

Thus, they have outbursts, over criticisms. 

So, my dear friends,

let us be more mindful,

try to check these impulses, 

and not have them grow,

Within us, or close ones...

A world resides

A world resides, 

within four walls,

stories were made,

without others knowing.

In whispers, they send,

messages for decoding,

conveying secrets concealed, 

beyond our reach... 

Tap tap, flick or thud,

sounds that never pause,

in the stillness, of the nights,

and quiet moments, of daytime.

Yet, they never cross thresholds, 

annoying me enough, find the fault, 

like waves of sea, crashing on shores,

it vibrates much in comfortable zone. 

Yet, the noise rings in ears,

when listened, with an intent,

telling us tales, of daily activities, 

as if a drama played on radio.

The owner, being an elusive figure,

only rumors heard, of his profession,

but here, we could unravel the tales,

of his lifestyle, manners he keeps. 

So, a world resides,

inside the room next door,

where mysteries unfold, 

only I could solve...

Isn't it fun?

Virgin birth : Parthenogenesis

Like a miracle, of nature's art,

it's indeed, a mysterious phenomenon,

of the unconventional origins, 

how their life could start... 

Without dance of love, 

Sparks of any unions,

just from a solitary soul,

begins, newer existence... 

Prevalent in algae and plants,

seen from insects to reptiles, 

it's an enigma, a wondrous tale,

of beings born, without a lover's veil... 

And I wondered, as I pondered,

looking at present conditions, 

where people prefer solitude, 

seeking freedom, from societal values... 

Where hearts are growing cold,

can humanity finally discovers,

partake blessings of natural world,

and explore, elusive virgin birth... 

Then again, we mustn't forget,

warmth of love, life's greatest gift 

in the embrace, of another's soul,

we find our purpose, a divine goal.

.

..

...

Or everything is just an illusion, 

In parthenogenesis, we may realize...

Newer vision, for our civilizations??

Prices on relations

It was a beautiful dream,

how we come to this situation,

in realms, where once heart meets,

now we put prices on emotions... 

For, whispers of love in gone,

replaced by a profit-loss game,

where relationships, a priced affair, 

having conditions, for their care. 

And voices silenced, pleas ignored,

when expectation didn't meet standards, 

losing authenticity of the connections, 

in the chase for greater aspirations. 

It's a generation shift, values changed,

where market dictates, & affections fades,

when relations become a calculated start,

we lost our treasured, a gentle heart... 

So I wonder, when did it change,

we chose these shallow dreams,

was it selfishness, or our greed,

or something stems, out of necessity?

Prices on relations, is really sad,

earlier being confined, to social class,

but now being absorbed by individuals,

breaking bonds, to reach their potentials...

Of an eternal promise!!

Origami

A flat sheet,

of colorful paper,

an unblemished canvas,

for our creations... 

Origami...

The Japanese art,

a sculpting technique, 

by folding papers,

intriguing many,

from young to old,

creating forms & shapes,

with possibilities, limitless. 

Folding corners, precise & neat,

building blocks, for visual treats,

turning them over, reversing scenes,

what a pleasure, it might have been. 

Folding downsides, like the wings,

emerging shapes, imagination sings,

in gentle touches, heart so pure,

we create magic, when forms secure... 

With every crease, our world takes flight,

flower or crane, every structure is a delight,

but it also needs, skills and our patience, 

or masterpieces, will never be created...