Snow ❄️ Cold 🥶 and the Warmth ⛅️ in it !

How much and in how many ways am I to believe that this life is an illusive dream.

Put to purpose, how and with what manifesto do we give it a meaning ; appearing, reappearing and disappearing into this “make belief,” of worldly schemes.

If then, in all these settings, we are enslaved by our very own precluding ideas, hinged over every other corner of our own scourging brains — then, the greatest calamity we face is that of misplaced identity.

This is a plea on behalf of humanity that’s so valiantly perches upon the cusp of the evolutionary processes that are converging towards AI simulations .

Just imagine , feeling trapped inside your own mind -with ableism either overly stimulated or meagerly limited in sensing the ways of the world.

It’s like “we” could be living in a contraption as a consequence of the policies of these artificially contrived environments. This is what socials ( Instas n all,) could do.

Beholding human nature in such an ambiance would feel stone cold 🥶 gradually, isn’t it ! More so , becoz everything feels fake!

And here’s where I dared to dwell into those icy depths ( much deeply,) last year.

The most impinging query running through my cranium were these:

How soon will these dark bubbles of the mind take over medium exchanges of the AI world?

Will we be eventually forcing ourselves against our own individual ingenuity. ? That’s something to wait and watch !

For , it is a known saying—what is dismissed by an eye 👁️ is definitely caught by a spy. 😅

And Without any further adieu , nothing can delay this scan from one end of the eyeball to the other. Isn’t it? And what’s authentic will —anyways —show its true colors .

So , let me reflect on a “stone cold state; “ a stupefaction about to be brought forward by the technological advancements of AI.

Yes, AI is reaching every corner of the globe. The point that needs to be looked at more—intently is this —Can we overlook this fate without any concern ?

When will this AI chaos of misplaced understandings beat the urge to do things right? Don’t you think it’s high time!

What I am talking about here is the way our life may race over borrowed beliefs and the way our experiences might become shareable ( like cohorts) over a sequence of simulations.

Just imagine living in a sequel of imitative emulations with individuation gone to dogs … chills , right ! That condition ! The same patterned running across dimensional planes .. Innit?

Through the source of such empty declamations , what would that be in metaphors and similes … it is this ….

Now I am on a different planet … it doesn’t feel like the earth ( I previously knew) anymore.

I face these long spells of wintery ❄️ jitters. It’s a climate without any hope of anything breaking it’s monotony.

I am left to describe how it cumulatively ,and in actuality feels like.

Here, inside the mind of this —robotic species with “ neurally-linked-chipped-existence, “ it’s Cold!

Besides the chills, A NICE SYNDROME is about to syndicate my existence —heretofore, on this earth as well as on other extra terrestrial planets…yes, i am referring to futuristic AI world linking inter -planetary space —both micro and macro levels —of course !

In ways , our earthly chants are at the verge of transformation. All we know —prayers could transform drastically and I shall refer it as a “ Oh- so-hum ,” decree 😅

This could be life on another planet …and I may be ( unknowingly,) already an evolved species . I c’d be living amidst mankind yet, shipped off into space ,here and there, to live gracefully -as though - safeguarded by interim fills of a totally chilled out flux states.

Herein, prosecutions on thoughts c’d be brought about ,every step of the way, and preservation c’d be hung upon —a strange —warmth, borne over in the form of a “rule book policy.” Same playground politics of who’s in and who’s out of these simulated journeys.

Evidently and ironically enough, imagine a soldier trying to keep up —law and order in a regime—wherein , he or she feels like this— “I catch the culprit, as I see but cannot rightly , do so,.

The heart-less-ness of my Intuition c’d ration to look upon destiny , only to define it as a “realm of -consciously contrived fate .” It’s as much like doubting earnestness affixed to it. Madness across — left,right and center ! And I know 😊🧘‍♀️😅 what all this c’d lead into !

Stepping afoot in such a snowy setting —look 👀 , here’s how I describe a few stone cold 🥶 states of being —

For some this is life !

As stones stupefied,

In that voice, no chord, no rustic delight

With irony, consigned to everything,

nothing is guaranteed otherwise,

For days, air becomes body,

now a change, there it comes running at which—certainty, mounts to an eternal strife

About it’s feet , in granted symmetry, incessantly, there comes persistence, enamored by passion, with no mind …

And all in the more —

everything in the universe serves up to misguide—where traces grace over courses to be quieter than quiet ;

So clear across boldness, an oblivion sergeant, duly arrives

And with agony gracefully magnified,

What is it, to give light, when becoming in itself , becomes a bingeing fight —O burning fright,

I shall thrive, as the brave in Bull,

and the bear in full, stands upright And all around stiffened tall is

Practicing patience,firmly aright

O! -highest night over heightened heights

Yea, at attendance it has to arise—O! good day morning, risen in sunrise never sleeps , constantly waking into wide open light and,

Even if, the reason in living has been taken away …as is , as it is ,

under those watchful eyes,

O, almighty, why must you make,

such as so, like a prophesy sanctified

But that’s a thought enslaved to time

Yes, for some, this too is life !

Like perils of guise fully staged over convictions right!

As if sooner than ready, mightier than might

A vapory scoop, glitteringly serious, pitches up to the sky

Thence , sighing to scoff; grinning to woe , O how have I survived ?!

That in which everything was lost;

wistfully gazing —Was that a paradise ?!

Thereby, high on the roof, a priest presses this versed guise —O Dear darling, this is life!

Perhaps , one to many, many to more, more so …it implies

If you say aught, that to many, may come off, as a blatant lie

Come, come out, outside onto this cosmic drive

Dear fooling fame, always acting and thinking aright

Turning ridicule to great;

and ardent in hope, first to die…

Yes , for some this is life !

Under surface creation, venturing beyond suburbs within, herein comes something to sight

Marked in completion ,automatically using this impetus, for any given situation, so contrived ….

Yes, Aloneness: it has arrived;

empty spaced, enclosed in timeless void

Then on ,

Numbed out ,yet brutally refashioned ,an abstraction comes out on a ride

Wherein denigrated in exotic fascination,

An exorcism unleashes over psyche’s mind

Forthwith this inner corpse , this figurative device, hangs out in perfection ….whereby,

Wandering along enigma roads and aligned to “taboo-ed streets,”all nearby….. where there is peace , there shall remain the soul’s respite

O! Look! Thereby, treads an ironic faith , all naive, all dangerous, all catastrophic, thereby

Gathering over a ferocity—that inner fanatic —gathers over years to the other side!

Hey life —speaking to these running lines,

with forwardly duties, do you guise the undefinable as a illusive proof to a lie … will I remain … as is or be modified

It’s been a Long Voyage

My hands are so numb that I can hardly hold anything

Putting hands into slush

But, Herein —lies the “ So called Life.”

A Poetic by the wayside! -Madhu Goteti

Wait , wait ….Beyond AI , here’s where dwells the warmth, comfort, and joy found only during winter’s coldest moments.

For now ….I am casting this imagery on my mind …

Arm in arm,

I and Santa board the polar express.

It is a beautiful winter day to observe nature draw out one of its most illustrious feels.

And all this is to make its own reveals in my mind.

Equally pleasing are these melodies stringing hearts together in harmonies . Everything gives into pleasures of homely feels.

Ah! that hearth.

It is a sanctuary —a retreat that promises to usurp the eternal glories.

All around powdery shimmers sparkle✨in ecstatic contingencies. The valleys are filled with hugely decked halls and onwards, the fragrant winds blow subtle perfumes in good steed. Crimson tides cover the wide expanse of the bluish-purplish skies. The boundless hues spread on every side in good speeds. Yes certainly that holds high spirits, well filled in latent thrills.

Running along the meadows and the tufted foliage, glistens a light, quivering forth, all around the rustling glades to leave glee along its side. Alone appears the eternal repose flowing unseen. Everything hinges and is beheld in this scene. A vista deep and dim with horizon folded in between.

A consort or a companion whatever it is to be or ever was to be—a saunter that speaks to me…Afar the tranquil seas, perhaps revealing their fairest forms, also belongs to this long lived, far stretched, lagooning liberties.

This is Christmas —as much as I can —now—relate to it.

O look at this —sight!

With its every scheme correlated to past; and then, merged into the present ; and finally, to translate it into future.

A future where no dictates—would ever —laboriously acquire our lives to their trifling questions of life and death.

We are finally free!

O who wouldn’t want to be me!

In spirit, all this offers every sense to that substance which fate has forsaken.

Herein, through the shimmers and the majestic silences piling up the hills , I experience this deepest delight coming forth. Come join me ! Will ya?! Now this is Christmas.. this is What —I have done …

I have dared to …Incisively scribe the real world feels as we tread on AI sensed visions .

Authentically I have —amassed many glitters ✨ and above all —allowed those ice cliffs to leap into dreamy fantasies.

Through it all, I have let every emotion to redeem it’s magnitude of splendor in me,. Also for thee and thine —hopefully !

Now, the question 🙋🏻‍♀️ is : Do you see what I see ?! If yes, then let’s rejoice in it.

Alas! The night, most in need of reasons’ seasonings, is about to come to add that —much needed—spice to life.

Enjoy !

Merry Christmas 🎄

Awaiting to see What goodies 2025 brings in … cheers 🥂