Miraquill
How I wish I understood!
You vast, serene ocean - those mysteries that you hide.
How I crave to be a part of them!
But lo! I am just a fragment of life:
A plucked leaf being carried away by these winds,
Holding out hope to reach my destination.
Even though I know how I am just a speck,
And will be subsumed, the moment I reach you.
Yet, that's what I seem to want -
A consuming journey
Complete with an annihilating end!
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उन सर्द रातों में तलाश थी तो सिर्फ ज़र्द उजालों की,
अब सवेरों की दस्तक पर ये क़ल्ब स्याह मांगता है।
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Words bled in the ocean of his sorrow
Rhythms stabbed at the skies of his love
A carnage so monumental
The whole world was painted red.
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79w
How we crave for the times bygone.
Those whiffs of preserved memories.
Wouldn't it be oh so serene
To just breathe and simply be?
Here, in this very moment,
No expectations, No regrets.
Every particle of our being singing and dancing,
Becoming a happy place for our own self!
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I was the fire.
Heat of summers.
Hearth of homes.
Flame of blazes.
He was the water.
Cold of rains.
Savior of lives.
Storm of seas.
And lo! When we met.
Two lost elements.
Of the perfect balance.
It was the perfect collision.
A volcano.
A thunderstorm.
Fire and Ice.
At last together.
Where the world didn't matter.
Just us.
In our eternal cosmic rhythm.
Forever.
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And as the sun set,
She returned from the battlefield.
The end of the war brought peace,
And silence.
And solitude.
The welcoming waves of the ocean
Beckoned to her.
With a promise.
Of washing away everything
That she had left behind.
Leaving only hope
And brightness of the arriving dawn.
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Sky full of stars
I was always a black hole to myself
Until I saw what a starry sky I was.
I was always a numb, quiet person
Until I found the plethora of emotions I felt.
I was always made of greys and blues
Until I painted the world in those myriad of hues.
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A little backdrop on the piece: I've always been quite vocal about mental health issues in my own circle of influence. And having struggled with anxiety and depression myself, I know how hard it can be to get out of this vicious cycle, especially if you're naturally a very private person, as I am. But one thing that I've learnt through it all is this - Strength is not necessarily braving all odds on your own, Strength is also knowing when you need help and to ask for it.
I know many people find it difficult to open up, especially to people around them, and in those circumstances, it's perfectly alright to find a mutual support group elsewhere. The biggest act of courage in this is to bring yourself to commit to be better - and relentlessly try to find what works for you!
Thank you Carolyn Ma'am for this amazing challenge. It really got me into that raw emotion after a long time.
Courtesy Roger Waters for the part of his lyrics from Brain Damage: "There's someone in my head but it's not me", that I've used here.
Image courtesy to the rightful owner.
#cees_dsm_challThere's someone in my head but it's not me:
Screaming down at all my happy thoughts,
Tearing apart all my magnificent memory shots,
Leaving only the debris of incorrigible faults.
There's someone in my head but it's not me:
Chiding me for all my inaction against others,
Chastising me for always running for covers,
Poking me with red hot pain as I quietly suffer.
There's someone in my head but it's not me:
He has to be chased away for my own sanity,
He should be shot down to free me of my agony,
Him I shall bury deep and then live in all my majesty.
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It's been ages since the night began
So long and dark and cold all around.
My soul has settled for the twinkling stars
So far and small and insignificant always.
At times the mind begins to wonder
What would it mean if there were light.
As does the heart weave its lore
Of joyful truth from forlorn hope.
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sugarfree
4w
Read MoreSILENCE
You look like a leaf
falling in slow motion
into the stone-cold ground,
shuddering in the dark,
naked like faded glory.
Solitude is a punishment,
you're a prisoner in isolation,
it swallows you whole
like a black hole stuck
on the gaps of your teeth.
And you mourn for the
murdered dialogues
and aborted reconciliations
buried on a mass grave
under your tongue.
You're a sad guitar,
whispering apologies
for the unsung melodies
that could have saved you
from drowning in profound guilt.
And I watch you weep
behind the curtains of loneliness,
when the night echoes
the screams of empty words
that have miserably failed you.
#loneliness #wod
Thank you @miraquill @writersnetwork !��And I watch you weep
behind the curtains of loneliness,
when the night echoes
the screams of empty words
that have miserably failed you.
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The cusps hedge all my pain
In the fireplace
That knows no warmth
Since the day you left.
I shiver not in cold
Cause the love that turned to ashes
Has embellished this pale skin
With words that still shimmer.
Tonight, the sky echoes scenes
Which convulse with the shadows
Of the flicker,
Yet I yearn for more
Alms from this living stone
That bears your name.
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branthan
40w
Read MoreI do not know what I feel about these intelligent machines. On the one hand, it is exciting how even though you are not an artist, a program that you wrote can generate art that can make people feel something. Who or what generated that art becomes irrelevant, it is all about what that art makes people feel. And on the other hand, a few API calls can replace your whole purpose on this planet!
For me, the deeper question of existence is not about whether a program can replace you or not. The important one is how a machine ended up replacing us or specific parts of who we are? Deep down are we nothing but some predictive equations of existence with certain features that can be replicated with some lines of code?
Not everything is art, and not everyone is an artist. I think art is one of the highest forms of intelligence, just as smart as the physicists and mathematicians of the world. So when we say everything is an art and everyone is an artist, then it means that everyone is as smart as Einstein, Galileo, Da Vinci, Van Gogh, Mozart, Shakespear... I know my below-average intelligent brain can easily be replaced with some lines of code.
But then again, art is not about everyone creating masterpieces like Starry Night. Sometimes we get connected to some four lines on a grey background that we came across on the internet by accident. We are somehow deeply attached to a certain part of our existence. There is something about the way art connects with people, it is like it is part of us from the very beginning. A certain way to find belongingness amidst the chaos.
But there is always a war between the underlying objective reality and the poetic side of existence.
With the current state of deep learning, a program can easily write better poems than most of the self-proclaimed poets of Instagram, we can generate paintings that are better than most of the artists out there. But, there are always outliers. A few brilliant creative minds that are hard to replicate with a few lines of code.
But creativity is simply a better feature recognition and representation, isn't it? What happens when the machines finally figure out these neural pathways and feature recognition and representation tricks? When you combine the manipulation tricks of our brain to these lines of codes, then it can create anything that can influence the masses. How far away are we from this reality?
What happens when the GitHub-Copilot starts to write better code? I do not think it will replace all the coders. But instead of fifty coders in an organization, you'd only need the brilliant five coders and a machine. What happens to the rest? What happens when one-day GPT starts writing better poems and novels on its own? The same goes for lawyers, medical staff, engineers, workers in factories, data analysts and scientists, artists, designers, drivers, and much more. Every single thing a normal human can do, there exist a machine that can do better. If you don't think so, just look at the dildo reviews on the internet. Wake up, machines are taking over.
Then again, there is this much deeper question, "Can a machine understand the poetry that it writes?" But what do we know about art in the first place?
All of this may not happen in the next couple of years or a decade. But what happens when this reality finally arrives? What's going to happen when you are in your thirties and forties, and suddenly losing your job to some API calls? What happens when there are no social systems to protect you?
I trust AI, but I do not completely trust the people that are making it and I certainly do not trust the incompetent, uneducated politicians and policymakers in power. Especially when you look at the incompetence and scientific ignorance of both the left and the right, you can only see a bleak future ahead.
There are different ways to make money when you know how to manipulate the masses tho. Just look at Rupi Kaur, zero talent in writing but smart enough to trick people into believing that she is a poet and an influencer to sell her books and merch to become a millionaire. Pretty smart salesperson indeed, isn't it? Same with all the fashion brands and artists, it is more about selling merch to make that quick bucks before it all turns into hell.
I'm always curious about what people mean when they say "that's what makes us humans". Is there any global truth to it apart from the underlying biological reality? Does this objective reality take anything away from the subjective experience that we feel so personal and connected to?
I think we romanticize too much about the flaws in evolution, yet we are in no way the best optimized elegant designs that exist in the universe or maybe even on this planet.
Language itself isn't optimized when you think about it. When you're having clear thoughts inside your head, you have a much better clarity most of the time. But when you're trying to speak or write those exact thoughts, there is always a disconnection. Often you won't find the original thoughts and the words when you try to speak or write about it, because they are part of different sets of processes inside the head. So, we end up struggling to find the right words to tell what we feel, there is always that disconnection.
So what if we could communicate directly from the origin of the thoughts to one another through neural chips? Wouldn't that be much more intelligent and optimized? Or is it gonna take away what it means to be human? A flawed creature, only at the top of the food chain because a few people figure out clever ways to get there? We are always evolving, figuring out better, creative ways to survive the physical system that we are embedded in, and as the physical system evolves we have to evolve too.
There is a lot of human bias that goes into these deep philosophical questions about existence. And these biases are a result of our innate survival instinct when you think about it. Whenever we create an intelligent machine there is always a human bias that goes into it. Be it in the data or the code or the underlying architecture or the simple thought behind it. Does that mean that it carries a certain essence of our thoughts as it evolves? Even when we are long gone, they carry certain parts of us? Now, there is a deep poetic side to machines. Maybe they are our descendants carrying a part of us through the universe till the end of time. Now that is poetic
We fear this sense of insignificance. Most of our emotions are a response to this realization, from anger to the long stretches of desolation. How far away are we from this age of insignificance? I do not know any answers to these questions. But I wish one day we will figure out the reality of things. A coexistence between man and machines and at the end, like Asimov said;
Let there be light, and there was light..Age of intelligent machines
Let there be light and then there was light
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आँखें भी कमाल कर जातीं हैं
बिन बोले सब कुछ बयाँ कर जातीं हैं,
कभी बेचैन करतीं हैं ये नम होकर
कभी गमों को छुपा लेतीं हैं बंद होकर,
कभी इनमें मासूमियत है दिखती
तो कभी इनमें खुशी की लहर चमक उठती,
कभी शरमाओ तो झुक जातीं हैं
कभी वो गर्व से यूँ उठ जातीं हैं,
कभी इनमें झलकता है ममता का भाव
कभी इनमें वो गुस्साए हुए पिता का ताव,
कभी इनमें वो खुशी के आँसू हैं
तो कभी इनमें जुदाई का गम,
कभी ढूँढती हैं ये दिन में भी तारे
कभी चाँद को निहारते कटती हैं इनकी रातें ।।
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sweedle
42w
Read MoreHow did we get here ?
#sweedledsouza #pod #repost #rwu #musings #heartbreak #love #sadlove #miraquill #writersnetwork #lovequotes #prose #poem #poetry #lovehurtsBroken frames fail to keep our pictures intact, the sheerness of their debauchery makes me question your place in my life. I thought we had it all sorted but here you are telling me we need to work more on our shortcomings.
I watch our future crash into nothingness,
I watch you smiling at the camera for another shot.
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यादों को फिर से जीना है
रातों को गम ने छीना है,
पतंग की डोर टूट गई
आँख रोते रोते ऊब गई,
हंसने की कोशिश जारी है
पर आज तो गम की बारी है,
कैसे जीना है अब पता नहीं
सुबह होने पर भी धुआँ हटा नहीं,
कहने को तो सब साथ हैं
पर उदासी का क्या किसी के पास निजात है?
खुद से ही हूँ मैं खफा शायद
गमों से मेरी है वफ़ा शायद,
होगी जगह ऐसी तो कोई
जहाँ एक भी आँख ना हो रोई,
बस वहीं जाने का अब मन है
बाकी सब जगह खालीपन है।
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
59w
Read MoreHeartfelt thanks to all of the genuine readers and supporters out there, because you are what motivates a writer to keep writing, and you are all so truly appreciated!! ♥️
@mirakee and @writersnetwork Teams, the motivation, inspiration, support, and encouragement y'all provide for us on a daily basis are extremely appreciated and beyond compare!! Thank you wholeheartedly for doing what you do! ♥️
Submitting for the #bagpack and #bridgec challenges. Thank you for reading!
DEARLY DEPARTING
by Carolyn Glackin
I guess I'll go now, fade away
I'll bid adieu, I've naught to say
Words are scarce when times are tough
Please let me go, don't call my bluff
The time has come, this now must end
Please understand, I beg you friend
You're burning bridges, I'm mending fences
And there shall be no recompenses
You've filled me up with sad saudade
I should have known, I overstayed
Sweet chantilly, linen, lace
Forever strewn about your face
And nothing dearer can e'er replace
The truth of you, your saving grace
You're building castles in the skies
With rosy glasses o'er your eyes
And here I stand as I surmise
I'm better off without replies
So goodbye kitchen, fare thee well
Goodbye house of untold hell
So long bedroom, I'll miss you most
I'm there no more, I'll be a ghost
Arrivederci, bon voyage!
I'm taking leave of this montage
The scene is set, the curtains drawn
Goodbye old friend, adios, I'm gone.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 3/29/2021
Gotta love that artwork, right?! That's one way to leave home, I suppose. ��
*Image credit goes to Percy Tarrant.
#mirakee #writersnetwork #fiction #challengepiece #writersbay #wod.
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60w
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BRING ON THE BOOKS!
by Carolyn Glackin
A world without books?! Mon amie! Sacré bleu!
What a terrible thought! May it never come true!
Not one book to hold, nor one page to turn
No collection of writings from which we could learn
No trips to the bookstore, nor to the library
Oh perish the thought, for it's much, much too dreary!
Call me old fashioned, I won't mind if you do
But books are my preference, whether old or brand new
There's a quaintness about them
I just can't overlook
And you'll never get that
From a digital book
Their endearing and comforting, and fondly familiar
And to tell it quite clear, all this tech stuff's peculiar!
So a book's what I'll choose, to have and to hold
From this day forth, 'til I grow very old
Convenience is nice, and much of it's free
But regardless of that, I choose the real thing for me!
I can bring a warm blanket, hide away in some nook
With hot coffee, a cat (or two), and me with my book!
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 3/21/2021
Art via Pinterest.
#nobooks #wod #mirakee #writersnetwork #challengepiece.
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60w
Read More#opposite#wod#writersnetwork
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1st WN repost��
Made my day @writersnetworkNightmares are chasing
us towards death bed
while
Expectations are helping
us to stay alive
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