Madhu Goteti
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The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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Blatant Blares!
💫✨ 🧡🦢🦢🦢🧡 ✨💫 ©✍️ Madhu Goteti ,July 6,2023 I have been a Nobody’s fool for everybody’s rule. And Look ! I don’t want to draw out on any pattern printing and say: “O ! Lo! Behold! I am holding this mirror and look —This is where I was lost and this is where I was found with a singularity of purpose riding over me.” Through the realms of existence affixed —as in, past, present and future’s defense, here I am. Yet, as I work thro’ my essence in presence, I feel centered in embracing this gift of life as though it was a cosmic descent🙏. It’s much like the bargain of golden grace that guards me to be rarified under this hiatus of history which repeats itself and never ends. And in all this the alchemical reality for me is that All world’s a stage and a bit of everything exists in it’s sheer cognizance to the other. Further to that, the fundamental notion that marks my psyche is that I see —I in thee ; thee in me; fitted more than enough to resonate me with thee ,and likewise, thee with me.
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in History
Mr.Big B : A Cyberborg!
Life passes us in a breeze. It bears upon us, light feathers to glide us thro' smooth sails; floating us above looming floods; gently winding us down to a momentary halt. Calming down and taking one thing to another, we pause and pray; and then, with gladdened hearts, pleased,we swing and sway.
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Art
Futuristic: The Artificial Intelligence (AI) Regime!
A wayward wind clamored up in a wistful fight, as a fallen soldier, had somehow survived a horrendous fight. With all his might he was holding himself to discern what had actually happened and wondered whether he was still alive.
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Futurism
Born to Sing 🎶; a Different Tune. Content Warning.
© ✍️ Madhu Goteti, May 31st,2023 Hopefully my soundtrack memoir 🤞 doesn’t cause any incessant weeping in the readers. To me, welling up is easy since birth. At birth, I naturally appeared as a broadcaster —with a voice—enormously greater than normal for the vocal chords. I was bestowed with a strange kind of beaver-hiccups that leaned into intolerable colics, as and when , I gathered awareness about my surroundings, viz a viz, gut feelings. Every morning I was fed with a simple (lactose intolerant) milk while the radio 📻 aired this classical song https://youtu.be/7nXYYuorTm4
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Beat
The Grass is Greener on the other side of the lawn! Dear Gardner, please come along !
Dear Gardner, Just an URGENT note before I get finally wrung under the menaces of the forage machines and bear the heaviest burden of getting totally transformed. The situation is far more serious than the feelings that come with getting united with a long lost family, and in such passings, all the effects of filial associations changed —and lead into a situation of —“fully gone.” Drawn on canvases,previously, my pictures used to be so clear and so strong. And now, with the extreme summer taking it’s toll, the heat is making me tumble down, and in entirety, I may soon turn into a mausoleum tomb.
By Madhu Goteti 4 years ago in Fiction
