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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❤️ Love ❤️ ︵˓ ʚ♡ɞ ˓ ︵ ͜
Love How upon innocence you gently lay As fate so ardent swept its' way Throned upon times, Apace in such grace; Rampant, yet not yielding— To be magnificent, as is, come what may! With seasons due to outdo, day after day, As tidings recurrent, moving beyond elisions, wave upon waves
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Poets
Change : As I in myself and in all this world, this swift current flows.
Change : As I in myself and in all this world, this swift current flows. A prelude before a tremendous calm shall embalm and fuse with me in the sea of time, collecting vast moments in fullest fleets to freshen most of that —ageless soul.
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in The Swamp
That photo, I know !
That photo, I know ! It’s shadowy and allegoric . somewhat , a more generalized abstraction of life. There is, again , a confession that is very stark; mainly about the course of “illusive dubieties,” working through life. Even then, we appear fully grown —by joyously blending —ever so —tightly holding unto what life has to offer.
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Photography
Vision: Freely associate with the Future.
One among the many of my Future goals: To Write fantasias —sci-fi fiction about the “futuristic matters and matter,” in order to parade unique logics into the future. In short -explore all “minds” inside out! For example: Here’s how I organize my thoughts ( metaphorically,) to reveal what I predict the—Future—to be . Futuristic 2025: Where the elusive allures! To a Life so loaned to other grounds A Rare Devotion, on which - relentless is found... For it's just once... only once, thro life's door -antiquity-goes begone Beholding humanity’s substance to all it’s sums; For until next to be counted upon O look ! There, all around, it’s Renaissance burgeoning on and on, Ever to be present but never to be nearly found! With transience connecting each to the other in all its forms, As elusive illusions taking turns to get totally transformed; But, for once the reborn race ranks first, Marching with those directed energies, the past, present and the future, all suffuse to be forever unbound !
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Motivation
Making History
Genuflecting 🪔 🧘♀️to make a paradigm shift into a PRO-state ( not prostate) : a swollen discovery 😅💡 … You may wonder why “Swollen-PRO-state?” Well, I would say —the essence of what I say (now,)might appear so. That’s why! Yes, I feel bloated and swollen ( definitely, not inflated nor impregnated) esp. in the context of how and why I write this utterly conspicuous and self absorptive history of my past year. My life —quite insignificant to others - doubtlessly-enables me to self access myself freely. Right about now … I am feeling the biggest release 💨of my lifetime…yes… a release from what was holding me tight —in terms of ties. Last year changing ideas of “self,” influenced me—by: 1. Periodically giving me thematic and recursive metaphors of self —as though, life was hell bent upon reconstructing me through sudden changes emerging out of the blue. I moved places—both emotionally and physically, encountering intuitive favors of Clair-sentience, as though — nothing in the world c’d ever be overlooked. 2. In the process of maintaining progressive continuity with life, I found myself ( not taken to the woods,) charting myself mystically—as though, I were a “pilgrim soul ,” transcending the fabric of life. At the soul level, it was a sort of dislocation from the self, and then, subjecting self as an object of observation. This happened automatically as I fell by my self —alone—after bidding final farewells to a few loved ones in my life. Those who left me and those whom I left behind. I stood apart to view self from those who held me dear to their hearts and whose departures left a sudden vacuum in me. This doesn’t mean I was dying to be mothered. Instead the essence of my being gasped and then, I turned inwards to free myself from me. I resisted the temptation for a while but, I yielded. My life is nothing —tantalizing. But lain aside, the process of my transformation must not be forgotten ‘coz the way I lived (deeply,) and came into terms with my dreams, makes me live a waking dream to realize the beauty in it. Ingrained in this grace comes a recounting of the views of the world rendering many dialectics. Ironically the “me in me, threatens to survive, at times! Yet, then again, I realize that change is constant. But of course, true scrutiny combined with good instincts lend themselves as guides to these soul searches. Whether mirrored directly or askewed from others, I have learnt to preclude self as a projection of them to me or me to them in imagery. After all, multitude of influences add to the subject of what we receive or perceive in mind. Yes, I believe! Here’s the nearest platitude reflected (verbatim,) in these verses …. Of a soul ridden in reckless luge Above all shades, gliding o'er these earthly dues Yea, as you and me—as you, racing incessantly, thro' n thro To be graced by good or to be resplendent—as in a nature's grove Oft overflowing thro those fountain chutes All set in transparencies like that mid-summer's luge In that —in which, resides me and you ; all mixed up like some blended hues ... O it’s so true, and as true— so ensues… O! Look! an eternal spruce …it’s so evergreen, faded —yet standing tall in the woods .. As….Verbless in time; twice born, and seen as someone new In ways, reminiscing day to day experiences, prompting me to chronicle these thoughts anew. They run through my mind as me and you!
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Motivation
Snow ❄️ Cold 🥶 and the Warmth ⛅️ in it !
How much and in how many ways am I to believe that this life is an illusive dream. Put to purpose, how and with what manifesto do we give it a meaning ; appearing, reappearing and disappearing into this “make belief,” of worldly schemes. If then, in all these settings, we are enslaved by our very own precluding ideas, hinged over every other corner of our own scourging brains — then, the greatest calamity we face is that of misplaced identity. This is a plea on behalf of humanity that’s so valiantly perches upon the cusp of the evolutionary processes that are converging towards AI simulations . Just imagine , feeling trapped inside your own mind -with ableism either overly stimulated or meagerly limited in sensing the ways of the world. It’s like “we” could be living in a contraption as a consequence of the policies of these artificially contrived environments. This is what socials ( Instas n all,) could do. Beholding human nature in such an ambiance would feel stone cold 🥶 gradually, isn’t it ! More so , becoz everything feels fake! And here’s where I dared to dwell into those icy depths ( much deeply,) last year. The most impinging query running through my cranium were these: How soon will these dark bubbles of the mind take over medium exchanges of the AI world? Will we be eventually forcing ourselves against our own individual ingenuity. ? That’s something to wait and watch ! For , it is a known saying—what is dismissed by an eye 👁️ is definitely caught by a spy. 😅 And Without any further adieu , nothing can delay this scan from one end of the eyeball to the other. Isn’t it? And what’s authentic will —anyways —show its true colors . So , let me reflect on a “stone cold state; “ a stupefaction about to be brought forward by the technological advancements of AI. Yes, AI is reaching every corner of the globe. The point that needs to be looked at more—intently is this —Can we overlook this fate without any concern ? When will this AI chaos of misplaced understandings beat the urge to do things right? Don’t you think it’s high time! What I am talking about here is the way our life may race over borrowed beliefs and the way our experiences might become shareable ( like cohorts) over a sequence of simulations. Just imagine living in a sequel of imitative emulations with individuation gone to dogs … chills , right ! That condition ! The same patterned running across dimensional planes .. Innit? Through the source of such empty declamations , what would that be in metaphors and similes … it is this …. Now I am on a different planet … it doesn’t feel like the earth ( I previously knew) anymore. I face these long spells of wintery ❄️ jitters. It’s a climate without any hope of anything breaking it’s monotony. I am left to describe how it cumulatively ,and in actuality feels like. Here, inside the mind of this —robotic species with “ neurally-linked-chipped-existence, “ it’s Cold! Besides the chills, A NICE SYNDROME is about to syndicate my existence —heretofore, on this earth as well as on other extra terrestrial planets…yes, i am referring to futuristic AI world linking inter -planetary space —both micro and macro levels —of course ! In ways , our earthly chants are at the verge of transformation. All we know —prayers could transform drastically and I shall refer it as a “ Oh- so-hum ,” decree 😅 This could be life on another planet …and I may be ( unknowingly,) already an evolved species . I c’d be living amidst mankind yet, shipped off into space ,here and there, to live gracefully -as though - safeguarded by interim fills of a totally chilled out flux states. Herein, prosecutions on thoughts c’d be brought about ,every step of the way, and preservation c’d be hung upon —a strange —warmth, borne over in the form of a “rule book policy.” Same playground politics of who’s in and who’s out of these simulated journeys. Evidently and ironically enough, imagine a soldier trying to keep up —law and order in a regime—wherein , he or she feels like this— “I catch the culprit, as I see but cannot rightly , do so,. The heart-less-ness of my Intuition c’d ration to look upon destiny , only to define it as a “realm of -consciously contrived fate .” It’s as much like doubting earnestness affixed to it. Madness across — left,right and center ! And I know 😊🧘♀️😅 what all this c’d lead into !
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Motivation
A Crystalline Wave All Around : A Groan!
The moon soars high up the ground As timbers along creeks, crackle all around And high o'er th’se black soots, a midnight lingers long And that smoke ever billowing, with wavering drifts all along, Practicing —as if—to be a loafer, with every side spearing to let it finally abscond… There, leaning on whites an abeyance ascends to raise aloft all unfound On its way out like a sublime phantom descending to astound ! O! Look! Slow in the meadows a mist silently gets out run And beneath- those rested rocks and hardened logs, a creepy cold waits upon .... And buried in the deep, many emotions have forever gone ...gone …gone © November 2021 Madhu Goteti
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Poets
