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[36] #NaPoWriMo (7/30) [ A Bucket List of Dust ]
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A list of imagination, impossibilities, reverence I had made Until dust had consumed it under my bed turning my conscience a far gone mirage Until my tired eyes tried to make sense of it still My weighty eyes drag on them, my spines they chill A list that screamed positivity, I chanced upon The first; achieve…
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[35] #NaPoWriMo (6/30) [ Smart Phone ]
I I feel caged in the morning The first impulse I feel is a notification I grab my phone II I feel smarter today The first thought, I will write on my notes I grab my phone III My grey matter stopped its chitter chatter The battery’s dead, it needs a leash I grab my…
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[34] Duality Personality
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My consciousness reaches its sleepiness attention at the banality of my clients. I’ve always tried to keep the sessions of the two patients with similar conditions distant so as to not let the monotony of it pierce through my attention for them both. But it could not be helped today. The two schizophrenic patients, the…
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[33] Concrete Jungle Never Leaves You
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Nature has a way of connecting us with our inner selves. The idea of being away from the concrete jungle of cities is immediately followed up by unwinding, loosening up, connecting with our real self. Introspection comes naturally unlike in high rises where tall skyscrapers pose as an inferior substitute for tall trees. The city…
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[32] Birds of Freedom
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Attention! Stay Strong! Humans Don’t Cry! These words were inscribed on a wall under which I watch a human like me, traumatised, unlike me. The ground is neat and clean, we humans have done a massive job at cleaning our surroundings to mirror our inner thinking, clean as a whistle. Up in the air were…
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[31] A Strange Carnival
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Desks are still here. Chairs are not. Computers are still here. Humans are not. Well some of us are still here. We are trying to teach the A.I. everything we know about the job collated from the gargantuan experience we have had in the industry only to apply that experience in creating a machine that…
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[30] What Have We Done To Each Other..
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Left alone screaming hold me, hold me These voices whisper secrets I ignore Crawling to whatever’s little left of you, just be Just be what you were A mere night is a nightmare now As I lie in darkness now What is night? Vast serenity, mystery of infinite space? For me, it is the horror…
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[29] Stop Making Excuses
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Excuses are the worst form of a seemingly incurable disease that can happen to us. It is another way of staying under the sheets when you should be going out. Let’s delve deep into the psyche of excuses today. Why do we make excuses? A task so daunting that makes us feel small, makes us…
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[28] Gravity Is Working Against Me.
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“The Apollo program was a fraudulent NASA spaceflight endeavour which allegedly landed the first men on the moon.” said the head of the Flat Earth Society who sat next to me on the frisbee pendulum ride. It was an unusual choice of an interview setting but he wanted to prove a point. While the others…
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[27] A Gentle Awakening
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My lungs are corrupted You took my breath away Sucking all the air drifting through your hair Patterns on your face, the sunlight makes A gentle awakening in my heart No longer I reside in the dark ///
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