Strange story

What are we inhabiting: A System or A Business?

A path of evolution from assembling houses together forming cultures,
To attain a phase of creating fancy houses to exhibit.

A passionate society of thinkers,
To squeeze in a community of mass harvest of ideas.

A storyteller sharing joy and happiness with a smile,
To our pretty smile beneath our anxieties and depression.

A connection of being a part of the family or loved ones,
To dining alone with Netflix.

An exploration from creating and making mistakes,
To often live in fear, not living entirely.

An adventure to spend our weekends in the woods, stars, and mountains,
To consume our days in front of a computer screen.

A pursuit of understanding each other and appreciating,
To unfriend someone and dwell in despair.

A story of ethics developed through experiences,
To evolve in an attention seeker and relying on other’s belief.

It is remarkable to be a fraction of such an advanced technology but what about our emotional intelligence,”Our Dear Mind” which is regulated by our social community at the global status altering our personality and rendering us identical to everyone around?.

Mystery

Do we examine our dreams?
Do we talk about our joy?
Do we discuss our curiosities?

Dream, Dream, and Dream,
Living like a Dreamer,
Visualizing the utopia,
Talking trees,
Walking leaves,
Nodding clouds,
Laughing lives.

Joy, Joy, and Joy,
Living like a cheerful person,
Dispersing in the utopia,
With darkness,
With imperfection,
With surprises,
With excitement.

Curious, Curious and Curious,
Living like a thinker,
Proposing our wonder in our utopia,
With observing the universe,
With helping around us,
With a caring individuality,
With a good heart.

Believe, Believe and Believe,
And hope like an ambition,
One fine day,
Our world will evolve with people who are dreamer,happy,and curious.

Choice for future

As an Architect, I imagine recreating things from learnings of existing and reimagining the world with the present chaos.


My imagination train takes me to a world that is simple yet complex. It is a leaf that looks modest but when examine we realize the details of it which makes it beautiful.
A world of individuals called as thinkers and dreamers.
A world full of passionate people challenging “Why” rather than “Yes” or “No” and “Good” or “Bad”,provoking and maintaining curiosities in souls.
A world developing by technology and modern means but also as a human being. Getting old is mandatory but our thinking can remain young.
A world of “Kindness” and “Compassion” as our role models rather then T.V or Media stars.
A world where knowledge is judged by sharing and experiencing rather than achieving degrees.
A world where humanity is shown towards people without any discrimination.
A world full of strangers but connected through understanding.
A world where there is no level of hierarchy but a community of ideas.
Because I believe to solve the problem in our world rather than thinking or dreaming about society as per our comfort zone.


“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication”
-Leonardo Vinci

Intricacy


Catching a glimpse of rain falling,
Do we feel calm?
Dropping leaves from the Gulmohar tree on the face,
Do we glow a bit more?
At the top of the mountain,
Do we impel to scream?
Glancing at stars,
Do we feel gasping existential air?
Comforting stranger in their unknown journey,
Do we realize kindness?
Caring for someone,
Do we become messier?
Staring at the painting,
Do we imagine mastery?
Laughing with friends on same old stories,
Do we laugh more?
Through the smell of a book,
Do we reveal the process of tales?
Seeking for the materialistic thing,
Do we look around?
Deep discussions with understanding,
Do we travel to another universe?
Crying for our loss,
Do we heal?
Conversing to oneself,
Do we hear the silence?

Why can we feel and expressed,
In the same way, as we think and grow?

Diversity

The cup of tea and deep conversations.
Or
The bottle of whiskey and few mixtures.

The silence and the rhythm of birds.
Or
Partying and dancing with the unconscious mind.

Laughing at old photographs and creating memories.
Or
Crying at old love and feeling broken.

Pausing the dusk and capturing the silhouette.
Or
Watching Netflix and narrating the mundane.

Staring at stars and knowing the existence.
Or
Noticing the ceiling and whine.

The journey of existence.
Or
The index of life.

Depends on choices,
Sometimes with the right judgments,
Sometimes with the regrets,
Sometimes with the incomplete story,
Sometimes with the chaos,

And yet sometimes,
We remember to be,
Happy in a moment.
And that makes a difference.

Another world

Let’s meet,
In our parallel universe,
Where men can love men,
Where women can love women.

Just love and living in affection.
Where humanity,
Where caring,
Where respect is love,

Where there are no laws,
Where there are no sufferings.

Where love is love, not a notion,
Not an approval or short term commitment.

Where men can show emotions,
Can cry loudly,
Can breathe without responsibilities,
In the comfort of another man.

Where women can show boldness,
Can speak confidently,
Can take responsibility,
In the comfort of another woman.

Where men can love men,
Where women can love women,
Flourishing and growing like flowers,
Compassion and kindness like animals,
Laugh and cry like humans.

Love like love,
Like magic,
In our parallel universe.

Let’s be supportive in this world.

Magic

Can you share your sufferings with the mountains?
Feeling textures of stone,
Slowly disclosing the tale.

Can you imagine with stars?
Adoring the elegance,
Slowly skipping the daily occupied lives.

Can you walk with the ocean?
Sensing the tenderness,
Slowly relaxing in the present moment.

Can you sing with the breeze?
Experiencing the chilliness on the skin,
Slowly knowing the existence.

Can you explain the flowers?
Understanding the twinkling details,
Slowly appreciating the complexity of simple things.

Can you communicate with animals?
Believing in companionship,
Slowly ignoring the loneliness.

Can you dance in the rain?
Feeling the pause in raindrops,
Slowly losing yourself to be independent.

Can you touch the moon?
Feeling the mystery,
Slowly learning the patience in continuing.

If not,
Then what is the distinction between you and robot?

In our one life,
Why not acknowledge the complexity in reality,
Through the medium of our dreams, ideas, and thoughts,
To conclude in magic.

Architect,Writer,Thinker and Dreamer.