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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AI an absurd awakening . Content Warning.
Routine event of the day: I sit 🪑 down to write ✍️ … What emerges: the following. It seems like an adventurous roller coaster 🎢 ride. One thing leading into another. An absurd awakening, indeed! Awry is me. And askew is thee! Together we shall do better if we think of this as a jamboree😊 Co-commonly conjoined and sometimes amply carried forward “alone,” these are the ways in which we assail life. Indeed, that certainly calls for qualities to deal with this world, regardless of swimming or sinking in it as some downtrodden tit. Hugely crouched over tetra-shields, life can be as unpredictable as any other titanic ship. For that reason, I have always needed the near -perfect nuance of poetry in my speech. Precisely so, off hand or rather, off censored, you might find me musing very badly 😅. Awkwardly absurd ! So be it! Yeah that’s the absurd reality I was born into aeons ago and I have remained in it, ever since. It’s like I was dealt with a hand of cards 🃏 that ended up as precious leavings. Conditions like this might not fit you well, I know. But do absurdly adjust if you will (by any chance,) relish this piece and end up feeling swamped in it. So, where was I ? āḥ húñ! Now listen 🎧..very carefully to this verbiage —a potpourri as I prefer to call it . Use your utter discretion before you collectively resonate or disqualify it in entirety. It’s up to you ! This is an “Alchemy of my mind,” seeking to rightly fit into the world of vagaries. I am scribing 📝 this—ebbing out of the cradle passage after rising from the big deep sleep. This tale accumulates the past, as though , its a drawn onwards journey, much as much, to arrive at an equally transient —present. As if, those solemn formative years, tenderly shaping many untellable identities beyond the grave. And well into Supra terrains of adulthood, I am left to think—those were the days! But life ,how-so-ever, is seemingly a product of our own creative imagination with no interest whatsoever to gloat on the gut issues. But I do! That’s the awry in me for you to peruse. And I say this with gratitude 🙏 as I slowly sink ( along with you,) into this deep meditative sleep …💤😴🛌
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Humor
AI ( artificial intelligence) an absurd awakening!
Routine event of the day: I sit 🪑 down to write ✍️ … What emerges: the following. It seems like an adventurous roller coaster 🎢 ride. One thing leading into another. An absurd awakening, indeed! Awry is me. And askew is thee! Together we shall do better if we think of this as a jamboree😊 Co-commonly conjoined and sometimes amply carried forward “alone,” these are the ways in which we assail life. Indeed, that certainly calls for qualities to deal with this world, regardless of swimming or sinking in it as some downtrodden tit. Hugely crouched over tetra-shields, life can be as unpredictable as any other titanic ship. For that reason, I have always needed the near -perfect nuance of poetry in my speech. Precisely so, off hand or rather, off censored, you might find me musing very badly 😅. Awkwardly absurd ! So be it! Yeah that’s the absurd reality I was born into aeons ago and I have remained in it, ever since. It’s like I was dealt with a hand of cards 🃏 that ended up as precious leavings. Conditions like this might not fit you well, I know. But do absurdly adjust if you will (by any chance,) relish this piece and end up feeling swamped in it. So, where was I ? āḥ húñ! Now listen 🎧..very carefully to this verbiage —a potpourri as I prefer to call it . Use your utter discretion before you collectively resonate or disqualify it in entirety. It’s up to you ! This is an “Alchemy of my mind,” seeking to rightly fit into the world of vagaries. I am scribing 📝 this—ebbing out of the cradle passage after rising from the big deep sleep. This tale accumulates the past, as though , its a drawn onwards journey, much as much, to arrive at an equally transient —present. As if, those solemn formative years, tenderly shaping many untellable identities beyond the grave. And well into Supra terrains of adulthood, I am left to think—those were the days! But life ,how-so-ever, is seemingly a product of our own creative imagination with no interest whatsoever to gloat on the gut issues. But I do! That’s the awry in me for you to peruse. And I say this with gratitude 🙏 as I slowly sink ( along with you,) into this deep meditative sleep …💤😴🛌
By Madhu Goteti Exclusive • about a year ago
Homecoming
✍️ Author’s Foreword: 💫✨ 🧡🦢🦢🦢🧡 ✨💫 © February5 th , 2025 Madhu Goteti ✍️ One thing stands firm .. whether this writing is to be deciphered as —nearly there nor rearly viewed —or still better, reaching close to extinction .. yet …truth to fact, its ingenuity cannot be denied 🙅♀️😜🤓
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Fiction
❤️ 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
