Such long silence, no bustling community’s cheer,
Even ghosts have fled, fearing the silence we now hold dear.
Though introverts in person we may appear to be,
We mask to be extroverts online, shaped by space and time, you see.
Battle of Opinions
The battle of opinions was fought between commoners;
Right and Left were the warring parties.
Expressions and language pierced violently—
Words struck the hearts of their opponents.
Social media became the battlefield.
Every burning heart poured out anguish
In informal debates that brought only temporary relief.
Warm regards, thanks, and congratulatory messages went missing.
Opinions of Right and Left were locked in a tug of war.
Somebody smiled from a corner-
It was the one who had set the house on fire,
Then vanished into hiding.
Unnoticed by the warring parties,
That culprit enjoyed the battle from afar.
Then the admin decided
To stop the warring parties from posting opinions.
The battle of opinions ceased at once.
But the warriors were not ready—
They searched for another platform
To continue their intense fight, from A to Z.
Meanwhile, the real battle was fought
By real soldiers.
And in the end—
Truth prevailed.
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Time
We search, we chase,
while time quietly unravels.
Between fading analog traces
and rising automatic dawns,
our moments flicker.
What was true then,
time-tested,
is false now.
Time is the truest testimony —
its hands moving,
whispering: I am running, so shall you.
Wound it, waste it —
and time rises in revenge.
It observes, it stirs,
unleashing waves of chaos
upon life,
until discipline and order
are quietly restored.
Love it or hate it,
it will be there forever.
The Gini and Me
I want to bottle AI.
Remove it,
use it,
pack it again and again—
like a tool, not a tether.
Let me feel the wind
with skin, not sensors.
Let me fail, foolishly,
and laugh with no algorithm watching.
Let me look as I am—
with no filters.
Let me be
a human—
with a brain
and a beating,
perseverance spider.
Note: The original lines were written by the author( Aarya ). This version was rearranged and shaped by AI—like the gini itself—at the author’s request.
When moving ahead seems impossible,
And parched eyes see no oasis,
It's time for horizontal moves—
To sustain the long silence created by patience.
Patience is better for preaching than experiencing.
Horizontal moves will relieve the mind from the burden of nothingness;
It will occupy you and create a bubble of significance—
Enough for meandering thoughts to stay focused and avoid the pitfalls.
Horizontal moves set the transitional stage
For vertical moves in life.
Some dreams are expensive;
seldom do they materialize.
They keep you on your toes,
constant turmoil they create.
Breathe in and breathe out;
they are broken in silence.
When your eyes are wide open,
futile experience reminds us
you are still alive to dream big,
harness your energy,
and reorient happiness.
Ding dong goes down the year in history,
Passage of a year into reminiscence swiftly,
Zip zap comes up the new year,
What waits ahead are loads of,
new moments, new surprises and new hopes,
rising from the ocean of dreams.
Unfiltered dreams, untouched by reality
Yet riding on the waves with vigour, happiness and alchemy.
At the horizon reality and illusion meet and disappear,
they coexists in their peripheral existence yet strangers bounded by time,
search for new shores where they meet,
woven by dreams they dare not claim,
spring and autumn in the same realm undaunted by reality,
search for new horizon where a seashell and a star shall meet and embrace beyond time,
triangulated by present illusion fades out.
The Followers
Behind every leader are the followers.
Followers are bold and strong, unlike the meek spectators.
A leader can only exist with followers;
The clamor of leadership is only possible with them.
Followers entrust the leader, accept him with his virtues, and ignore his vices.
They strengthen the leader to lead and accomplish their goals,
visualizing their reflection in the leader.
Bonds, deep like unshakable anchors are established.
Yet, a fragile relationship looms and overshadows this bond, like a dormant volcano ready to erupt at any moment.
Reciprocate
Affection, love, and gratitude reciprocate goodness,
anger, hatred, venom, revenge reciprocates wickedness,
a monk reciprocates neutralness,
Shallow heart reflects emptiness,
absence of reciprocation reflects stillness of feelings.
A naive heart absorbs wickedness and reciprocates kindness,
a rejuvenated mind reciprocates a feeling of calmness,
noises within are silenced to reciprocate the harmony of meditation
perseverance reciprocates the end of impatience,
the arrival of the kingfisher beckons luck, joy, and good fortune to come.