I am so happy you are snooping in the blog! Are you also writing some short poems and fascinated by science?
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
The studies to the ends
The lessons till the last page
Born out of emulation
Pace your walking.
They changed your beliefs
And your concept of value
And now leave you hanging
Round and open
Broken and hungry
No single word call tell
How the heart
Formulas and text
Can tell only briefly
The molecular dynamics
Of that fractal residence of hope.
No scientist or professor
The geometry of the heart.
Getting bored on a Sunday night, I have decided to get lost into the world of protein crystals. Insulin is used as a crystal and they are even studied as functional materials nowadays.
To read more about them click HERE.
Boundaries and walls
White lines on the field
Not to follow
But to embrace and explore
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
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 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.
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.
Hard to see the future
Unless it walks in front of you.
The walls of imagination
Can be crashed only with questions
Ambition and courage
Are fed by looking in a mirror
And by strangers showing you a path
Rocky, climbing, desolate
Or a possibility
Made of daily ‘why not’.
Masks and looks
Hands afraid to touch
Mind free to explore
The lab follows you
And no weekend exists for the inquisitive mind
That roams and takes notes
Trying to taste the hidden juice
Of each moment of the day.
Your own Shadow is always the freshest.
Once developed with silver in your mind,
No memory can be erased.