Stone to AI – Ages lined updifferent worldsnot-so-different denizensdefining, redefining themselvesin responsenot as an original thought We walk through each ageabsorb, like, dislike and walk outrefined, restructured, modifiedto face the next incarnation I stop in my tracksA time traveller left a clueto instigate researchdifferent assumptions,not-so-different conclusions We walk out just as uncertainas we were when … Continue reading Not original
Remove the blindfolds slowly, lest bright light blinds me again. I’ve crawled underground for ages, not because the gates were shut, but I was not aware that another world exists. I wonder if I was genetically programmed, or cultivated in the petri-dish of ignorance and inactivity. I did not see a reason to suspect anybody’s … Continue reading Point of No Return
She was a wonderful woman,though she couldn't boil an egg.She was the only mother I had,yet insisted I call her Meg. I unlocked her secrets in the bookshelfafter she'd crossed to another realm.Every title- a synonym for happiness,each colour and cover a luminous dream. We polish the skills that matter to us.I learned that lesson, … Continue reading Meg
Success conceals unpleasant truths. Edited highlights make it difficult for anyone to raise a finger, as the accuser lives in mortal fear of vociferous attacks by the servile majority. But the dark shadows need to be acknowledged before being swallowed by Time. The crowds compel a passing vehicle to drive into a cesspool, and the … Continue reading Unscathed
There is someone still alive in that castle, who has watched people die. The walls are silent with echoes of footsteps long gone, and the air is heavy with secrets. Each window frames a memory—faces of people long gone pressed against glass, pleading for escape. The survivor moves like a shadow, carrying the burden of … Continue reading Who wants to meet me?
Ikigai is the cruellest document in history, being peddled as a self-improvement tool. What you love may not be what you are good at, or what the world needs. What you can be paid for is an entirely different ballgame. The profession or vocation has nothing to do with passion or mission. It is simply … Continue reading Ikigai
Shadows on the grass speak of a fence somewhere – boundaries that demand respect. Religion induces discipline, incites wars and sometimes turns sane people into maniacs. I wish it were more of a contract where offer and acceptance are both needed, rather than an accident of birth. Anything that divides humanity is subhuman, bordering on … Continue reading With Care
The scion’s arrest was a major scandal in the township. Joan Gilt’s son was running a drug business inside the hotel his mother built after so much struggle in life. He pleaded innocence with tears in his eyes and his mother’s name on his lips as a shield. The police officer interrogating him said, “You … Continue reading Reputation
Tiny slivers of historical evidence cannot withstand the scrutiny of critics and the superimposition of meaning by those in power. Books are written, rewritten, translated, interpreted and destroyed till approved textbook versions take their place. Children memorise those not out of curiosity, but to pass exams. They have been programmed anyway, unwittingly and unconsciously. The … Continue reading Out of Order
It flows with me, but I can’t keep pace with it. I am a dot. I ask the river to carry my story to the oceans. It accepts by touching my hand lowered over the guardrail. The sun takes away a part of it, and clouds rain somewhere else. Other stories are curious and want … Continue reading Time and God
