There is a page
In front of me
It’s blank
Awaiting me…
What do I do with it?
Write or paint
Doodle or draw?
It invites me to share
To express and imprint
A piece of my soul on it
So that it carries on
Holding this moment in it.
A salute to the possibilities that arise beginning from, in and with a blank page.
✨🙏✨
Savvy
The difference between just looking and seeing is so much.
In the depth and dimensions
In our flow of thoughts.
For in these expansions our acceptability and flexibility changes the seemingly complex situations to simple solutions.
Savvy
A feather 🪶
Soft and gentle
Strewn on my path
Whispered it’s truth
As I chanced upon it
Pointing the path
‘This is the way
Keep walking…
There is always something more
In the randomness of things
Like a little feather on your path
Is a gentle reminder
That you are not alone
There is always a guidance
There is always hope
There is always a way…
Savvy
T
So much wisdom
Within each life
In each of its cell
That a life time
Is not enough
To make sense of it all.
Body mind & soul
Interweaves itself
Beyond limits of understanding
To connect and guide
Life to its own purpose of being.
If this is not divinity at play
I wonder what is?
Savvy
On this boat of love
The water becomes gentle
In moving mid stream
The currents of life
Are seemingly rapid
Yet on this boat of love
Life is lovingly lived…
In every passing moment
There is a sign of hope
Clearing the fog, off the way
Lighting up the way with clarity.
P.S Enjoyed penning this poem on the ‘Boat of love ‘
I searched for a suitable pic but then felt this picture I had saved years ago is apt.
The image credit goes to that Anonymous person who created this beautiful picture.
Savvy
If we are alive
We have stories to tell
They are worth listening to
Worth sharing with another
Worth learning from another
Life is,what we make of it.
And our stories often create pathways
Of thoughts and action for ourselves
And through another life
Perhaps that’s why we need to share
To express the truths of our being
As for our stories of life and living
Of overcoming obstacles
Of surviving the odds
They may become a guide and toolkit
In maneuvering life in the steering
Leading into the path of clarity.
Savvy
Claude clouds the brain
Until humans are devoid
Of humanity
The moot point of creativity
Will be destroyed forever
For as we develop Ai
Ai is destructing us.
The social fabric
Is shredded to bits
In the facades of validation
Of likes and emojis.
The value of human touch
Is replaced with doomscrolling…
Forgotten in this virtual world
Even money is no more tangible.
Some times what we think is development
Can possibly lead to AI infestation
Into our lives whether we agree or not
Our privacy is out of the window
Our every move is public
The price of advancement.
Clouded by Claude…
Savvy
P.S:
That Ai is dumbing us down is known but more than that price we pay is losing our voice and expression.
Whatever the Ai models the fact is we are slowly more and more willing to let it operate us…to the point that there is no uniqueness left.
What do you think?
Listen
If something seems smooth in its flow
There is also chaos somewhere
If something feels certain and precise
There are also probabilities across the spectrum
Of ambiguity.
If time feels flexible enough to warp and bend at will
There is also uniformity of timing in the rigidity like the ticking clock.
Yet, in the weight and the gravity of situations
Floats the other side, the whimsical truths…
Seemingly clashing
With the greatest of minds
And their proposed theories of science.
Balancing both ends
Is the fascia of existence that strings it all…
Question remains not
If gravity is pulling or pushing.
But that it is gravitating with grace
On its own,
Causing the calm in the flow…
Savvy
And fraying together
Like weary ropes wearing thin
Knots unravel and fall away
Setting us free
Shaping into wings
To soar again
And be all that we are…
Savvy
Today I am sharing a poem by my mother, Anjana
We will travel far.
In this cosmic travelling
We never know
How far we have travelled
Or how far yet to go.
In what form or in which place.
The mystery is beyond
Our comprehension.
Yet we are aware of
Our presence In this
present moment.
Let us strive not to waste it .
Make every effort
To make it worthwhile
In this long journey
Called Life.
Anjana
Truth is free
Mind controls.
Life is free to be
Living contains
And the spirit
Frees the soul.
Savvy
Crossed the midstream
The shore is a swim away
The body takes its toll
Yet the spirit is willing
To ride through
And grace the shore.
On touching ground
The horizon beckons
Over the hills and dales
In the sands of time.
Trust your life
To unfold the way…
When you feel you are done
Life has just begun.
Savvy
P.S
I share my prompted artwork with Ai, here again, as I feel it somehow comes together and somehow makes perfect sense with the verses.
This one is a micropoem that sparked from the words… Where light shines’.
When you turn your face
Towards the sun…
Where does the shadow fall?
Where does light shine?
Shine on …
Savvy
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