Madhu Goteti
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The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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Futuristic: The Artificial Intelligence (AI) Regime!
A wayward wind clamored up in a wistful fight, as a fallen soldier, had somehow survived a horrendous fight. With all his might he was holding himself to discern what had actually happened and wondered whether he was still alive.
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Futurism
Born to Sing 🎶; a Different Tune. Content Warning.
© ✍️ Madhu Goteti, May 31st,2023 Hopefully my soundtrack memoir 🤞 doesn’t cause any incessant weeping in the readers. To me, welling up is easy since birth. At birth, I naturally appeared as a broadcaster —with a voice—enormously greater than normal for the vocal chords. I was bestowed with a strange kind of beaver-hiccups that leaned into intolerable colics, as and when , I gathered awareness about my surroundings, viz a viz, gut feelings. Every morning I was fed with a simple (lactose intolerant) milk while the radio 📻 aired this classical song https://youtu.be/7nXYYuorTm4
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Beat
The Grass is Greener on the other side of the lawn! Dear Gardner, please come along !
Dear Gardner, Just an URGENT note before I get finally wrung under the menaces of the forage machines and bear the heaviest burden of getting totally transformed. The situation is far more serious than the feelings that come with getting united with a long lost family, and in such passings, all the effects of filial associations changed —and lead into a situation of —“fully gone.” Drawn on canvases,previously, my pictures used to be so clear and so strong. And now, with the extreme summer taking it’s toll, the heat is making me tumble down, and in entirety, I may soon turn into a mausoleum tomb.
By Madhu Goteti 4 years ago in Fiction
The Grass is Greener on the other side of Green lights! Come fast, Gardner!
Dear Gardner, Just an URGENT note before I get totally wrung into a forage dryer. In fact, chances are near to certain in terms of me getting packed off to the long rooms of —dreary composts, very well referred to as Dung-yards-at-ewes-bleat-lane, in the region of #Everfoundinnewerlands.
By Madhu Goteti 4 years ago in Earth
