One Life To Live

Tuesday, April 4, 2023

Sunday, April 2, 2023

Hare on the Moon

The first time I listened

To the story of the

Hare on the moon

I too wanted to go there

Not for the moon

But for the Hare

Who probably was still there

I kept wondering

How it must have felt

To have a celestial body

All just to yourself

There's the majestic view

Without the slightest sound

It must be surrealistic

But how would it feel

With not a dear one around

I was worried then

But days passed and

I knew it was probably

Just a special tale

Now as I look up at the moon

I find myself still wondering

About a possibly unseen rune

There must be more

To the compassion of the hare

Is it there to soothe a soul

That looks up for solace

In nights when

The moon is not whole

Or to convey hearty whispers

From the loving souls

To their beloved listeners

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A little behind the scenes:

When I listened to the story, I knew it was a story. However, as it always has been, I somehow associate life with everything, even inanimate objects. So, I kept wondering about the hare and its feelings.

I wondered if it was infact a gift to be on the moon or if the hare felt otherwise. But as time passed on, I tried to make peace with the situation of the mythical hare. But every single time I see the moon, when the silhouette of the hare is apparent, I return to my childhood musings.

The hare is a symbol of compassion, intuition, creativity, new beginnings, and spring time. So, it makes sense that it might be there (symbolically) for a reason. Probably it acts as a medium of communication between loved ones who are far apart. Or it may act as a companion to someone who is probably feeling a bit blue and aloof. Or just to tell, "You are not alone. You might be on earth and I might be alone on moon. Even if I am a long way from you, I am there for you. As long as we are there together, we are never really alone."

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Thursday, March 9, 2023

Of You

The lovely smell of spring

Reminds me of You.

The cheerful vibrancy of flowers

Reminds me of Your smile.

And the fervor of colors

Reminds me of the way Your eyes sparkle

When you speak.

The vividity of the evening sky

Reminds me of Your amused expression

Responding to the silliest of things.

Every single aspect of the cosmos

Reminds me... of You.

Saturday, March 4, 2023

AI and the Human Aspect

We are losing the human aspect. This is the rise of the machines.. not some android (not the OS, though it's no different) rising and kiling humans.

The machines here are kiling the human aspect so skillfully that we are not even aware of it. Use machines. That's okay. But letting the machines use you while you think that you are using them is not (as per me).

We let go of the letters... the handwritten ones. Fine. Atleast email was there. We were using machines to send it. But we were the ones that wrote it. So, we had some creative bits left in us. Now, we are using machines to write mails for us. Not even the words are ours.

Traveling. We used to travel on our own accord. We used to decide the places, we used to plan how to travel, we used to ask people about review of a place (though using machines). But we planned everything there. Now, we don't even have the zeal to decide that. Ask the machine and it will tell you which city and which all places in the city to visit, where to eat, everything. Do we have no personal preference? I mean use the machine to get information and add your own imagination.. the human aspect to make a plan that is specific to you.

Writing. Even that! Machines are writing poems and stories. How will a machine feel the warmth of the sun, the freshness of a cool ocean breeze? How will it experience the magic of love or the sorrow of a broken heart? (And goodness forbid.. if a machine actually starts feeling it, that will be the end of the humans as we know now.)

How will it experience the magic of love or the sorrow of a broken heart?

Are we ready to devoid ourselves of even the emotions and feelings? Are we ready to lose the human in us? Are we going to let the machines decide and choose everything for us? If yes, then who actually is a machine? The system that humans built to act as tools... or us humans, the organisms who are slowly turning into tin hollow dolls?

P.S. I am a human. And I am not going to add "I am not a robot" checkbox to prove myself to a machine (Just saying... I know why it has become necessary).

Machines, I am not against you. I support you. That's why I want us humans to stop morphing into machines.

P.P.S. These are my feelings which comes from one perspective. Everyone will have their own perspective and hence, may feel differently about the same. I understand your take on it. Please feel free to voice your opinion.

Saturday, February 18, 2023

Devoid

Feelings have

A language of their own.

Let it be constricted

Just to make sure

That the words in this language

Are not being too extravagant.

What if they are clothed

In a translucent veil?

What if they spell out everything

Without realizing

That the place they are in

Is not in the middle of nowhere

Or in the landscape of the world

That lies within the realms of my heart

But is a podium

In the bare world

Of monochromes

With hints of rainbows.

What if they mistake

Those tiny splashes of rainbows

To be the ethereal paintings in my heart.

Let it be constricted.

And thus the world becomes

Devoid of another expression.

Tuesday, February 14, 2023

Sculpted in Heart

In the depths of the alluring night

The silvery moonbeams

Dazzled upon the pink petals

With a dreamy delight

The spring fervor spelled of thoughts

Thoughts that have You in every essence

The air spoke the language of adoration

And the stars witnessed

The brilliance of your presence

With your enthralling smile like divine art

And your love sculpted in my heart

Forever and more is just a start

Monday, February 13, 2023

Kiss of Adore

As the evening glided

With a soothing pace

The memories whispered

Of tales twined in pastel green lace

Chronicles of the breathing sky

And memoirs of the balmy breeze

Narrated the stories of the one

Who lives across the seas

It reminded me of your dreamy smile

And the sweet kiss of adore

And of glorious moments that we treasure

Sunday, February 12, 2023

Perfect Paradise

A place of bliss

Where hopes and wishes fly

An abode of dreams

Across the purple sky

It feels like a conundrum

Like the depths of your gaze

The sweet aroma of dusk deepens

And the camellia merrily sways

The radiance in your smile

Glistens with absolute grace

In every notion of universe

There is perfect paradise in your embrace

Saturday, February 11, 2023

Eternal

The yellow sunflowers

In the sprawling fields

Glanced at the glowing horizon

As the sun set beyond the goldfields

The moments of the farewell

They gladly embraced

For they know they have avowed

For their destinies to be interlaced

There might be distances

Either spatial or temporal

But this "us" is forever and eternal

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