On flight poetry

This one was written six days back, when I was traveling to India. Since last couple of days I was very busy but now I have time to recollect everything again. As planned, I took the print of research articles to read them during my flight but I could not read.  Most of the time, I was pondering about the different shades of life.

Outside world seems build in just two colors white and blue,

Staring a lot outside, I realized it was just a presumption of our eyes,

There is nothing in a single shade my dear; it’s just an illusion,

There are so many things in your surroundings, you have to look and search for them otherwise you will see yourself always in the hands of lies,

If you see profoundly, you will be able to find out the hidden shades inside the clouds,

When the sun rays are propagating in the form of waves and leaving their imprints behind,

That picture is similar to our lives, effulgent and kind,

Sometimes inside the floating clouds, you can imagine your life with different shape and name,

Either a big smile or tears, it does not make any change, you are just trying to delineate yourself,

You can change anything whenever you are bored with given time frame,

Different shades of colors are nothing else; it’s just a way of your perception,

What you choose, what you do, it’s up to you only, no one can stop you to reach your desired destination,

You have to decide everything; stay at one stop is a start to think about the new coming stop,

Life never ends, it starts from one end and continue till another end, to get perfection sometimes you need revision,

Everyone is different, but today we all have same stop my dear friend,

Even though we don’t have any connection among us, we all are looking for something else,

I don’t know this journey is the beginning of another story or it’s just an unsaid end.

Traveling back

I often feel traveling back to home is always something different which I have never understood. Meeting family and friends, going through all the memories again is something that we can’t scribble in words. It feels like you are floating in the sky with folded and unfolded thoughts. You want to be there for long time and don’t want to drive yourself to come to the ground and deal with roughness of reality. I know all of my friends those are far away from home might have the same feeling. Home is a place where we all want to fix ourselves for the certain time so when we go back to our real life, we will be able to deal with everything again.

Let me float today between the clouds,

Don’t try to hold me, unfold my all the weary thoughts,

I don’t want to carry anything with me today,

So when I will be there, I will be someone with new plots,

Let me erase everything what I had in the past,

Flying time is may not be sufficient but let me try once,

Let me feel the pressure so I can depressurize my randomness,

Help me to create a void inside, so I can fill them with new fragrance,

Let me free myself to the boundaries of culture and languages,

With new wings, I can fly and roam freely in the sky,

I can travel from one corner of the world to another,

And I can see my home with my newly blessed eyes,

Let me do whatever I want to do today,

Day is not special though, but my heart is happy and has something to say,

My heart wants to imbibe everything inside,

Even the time is not so long my dear, but it’s enough to get the spark back,

Maybe you will get some new memories to leave behind.

Late night writing..

Late night writing is always an interesting job when like an empty night sometimes your mind also feels the emptiness of thoughts. I am writing some random thoughts for this sleepless night to have something meaningful on my account.

Mind haven’t found any place,

Dreams are pulled down every night,

Started to die because they have never gotten any face,

Days are bright but have no meaning,

Rain is washing everything away,

But stains are so dark, need more cleaning,

Feelings are defined with need,

Need sometimes take a form of another life,

You lose everything, to get an older one you have to plead,

Questions are well defined,

But the answers are yours long life objective,

Promptness to have them soon,

Seems like having shadow but not moon,

Night becomes long and sleepless,

Darkness becomes your friend,

You want to hold their hands even for a shorter time,

Does not matter for you but with them you will see an abrupt end.

Life uncertainty

From last three days, we were discussing different things about the data uncertainty, how it would affect your results, and several other things you need to know when you have to run certain model. But I wonder we have several things to apportion sources, but we haven’t developed anything yet through which we can check the uncertainty exist in our life. Do we have too many parameters, or we don’t want play with our feelings that are assumed most difficult things to be normalized. Exactly I don’t know what the reason behind this existing gap is but I want a model to see and study the future predictions about our feelings. Yeah, I know this idea somehow seems crazy and psychic but I think this also should be normalized then it would be easier for us to make a balance between our different lives.

Just imagine how it would look like if you normalize your own exiting feelings,

And you have options to choose the fluctuations, and down weight option to exclude if something is undesired,

And simulate your life by running them again and again, to find an optimum solution when nothing is biased,

Don’t know is it a good idea to see your life in a calculative way or not, but I want try,

Where you can forecast about temporal and seasonal variations in your set variables,

And you can see what life has stored for you behind its esoteric attire,

You just have to have their information, and after that everything would be fine, you will not see any need to put your residuals on fire,

It’s amazing even though to have this kind of model you need to run your feeling through the pool of rationality,

Maybe it changes your perception for a time, and makes you more cynical about reality,

Because here there is no way to delete the existing files and creates a new one,

Life is the blank canvas; once you have your colors there you can’t add or erase anymore,

It’s similar to engrave your thoughts on the rocks at sea shore, because sometimes you want to keep something forever,

  

I have been pondering from a longtime, when I saw yellow lights along the streets in smoky winter night,

And when I want to walk alone on the endless street to perceive information about the limits of my defined parameters,

Maybe in sometime I will have, but not sure how I will correlate myself with them and to have a deep future sight.

At the airport

It’s always nice to see people at the airport. People with different feelings, some of them are happy and excited, some of them are sad, few ones are coming to have some peace and few ones are leaving to get peace. Few people still don’t know where they want to go and what they want from themselves. Few ones have just finished their work and going back home, and few have just started. It’s always astounding to see different emotions what people carry when they are travelling from one place to another. Today when I was waiting for my flight, I was thinking about these feelings. We all have these different feelings but to experience them we have to go through different phases but at the airport we can see everything at one time, and I wonder how incredibly we humans are designed.

Thought of leaving something behind, thought of going so far,

And telling yourself that you will be back soon, you are not taking your soul away,

Just a matter of some time and for that you have to win this emotional war,

Thought of meeting new people, and making new world,

Thought of drawing pictures and filling colors in the new canvas,

And allowing this world to know about your ideas,

How you can manage to convert a weightless object to a bigger mass,

Thought of flying freely and holding the azure sky,

Crossing all the boundaries, and creating your own region to survive,

No matter what happens, keep pushing yourself to fly high,

Thought of reuniting with the ones, those were left somewhere,

But you know, how much you love them, their thought were always inside your mind,

And you are happy to have them again because you have realized without them your days are blind,

Thought of looking for the serenity, or searching a place to find your soul,

Where no one can ask you anything not even your name,

And spend time to find eternity for yourself without any claim,

We “humans”, beautifully designed species on this planet, and I am one of them,

Today I was looking for my feeling among them, which one I had carried along with me,

But I didn’t find, maybe still there and searching something new to append into my account,

Maybe something that I haven’t noticed, still I have to count.