06 Sept 2020
04 Sept 2020
[categories photo, photography, nature, garden, poetryfromthelab, poetry, creative writing, flower, science]
Oh no, that thing again.
Routine is a boring soup to sip everyday.
Commuting is repetition at its least creative level.
Work is often a bland combination of tiny tasks with no end view.
Time slips and it hardly leaves a sweet taste.
Science sprinkles its salt
Luckily.
You did it
The studies to the ends
The lessons till the last page
The curiosity
Born out of emulation
Pace your walking.
They changed your beliefs
And your concept of value
And now leave you hanging
Ripen red.
The geometry nobody can grab
Round and open
Broken and hungry
No single word call tell
How the heart
Today
Lays.
Formulas and text
Can tell only briefly
The molecular dynamics
Of that fractal residence of hope.
No scientist or professor
Can grab
The geometry of the heart.
Unleash and enjoy
Boundaries and walls
White lines on the field
Not to follow
But to embrace and explore
The within.
Definitions simplify the reality
Group by similarity
Cancel our uniqueness
And duty to grow and change.
Unleash the definitions that others
stuck to your back
And gallop.
I want more
This is about my fault.
Yes, it is my fault it never enough
And your style could always be better.
I hold women against higher standards
I want more
I want warm and wise
More than the daily ‘enough’.
I want Human and AI
In a soothing voice.
I want experience and freshness.
I want bravery and outspoken
I don’t want to be alone.
The queue of future pleasures
The taste of such a long day
Stays in the tongue
And lingers drops of success and envy.
Time moves to slowly at times
And dreams fall asleep in the queue
To get picked and pursued.
The queue is longer each day
The days each day faster to vanish.
Desire and self-development
Hold hands and walk by.
When truth is born
Her heart jumped with all its energy
And her brain took a deep breath
When the results assembled in the graph
And her idea became true.
A reality nobody had thought of.
Her mind generated truth.
Her hands rushed to wrote it down.
That night sheer could not sleep.
Train nuisance
Masks and looks
Hands afraid to touch
Mind free to explore
And dream.
13 Aug 2020
[categories photo, photography, nature, garden, poetryfromthelab, poetry, creative writing, flower, science]
Healing plants
Naive and green backgrounds
Of days marked by decisions,
Plants can help and become dear friends.
Comforting chocolate and warm chamomile
Support my journey
To the land nobody promised.
Flowers of mallow and leaves of mint hug
each page of my diary.
23vApr 2020
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