Intelligence – Haiku


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once humans had it,
now machines are having it.
that, intelligence.

Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5


Note: This is a scheduled post. More Here.

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Eat my Hat



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Its April of 2017 and Day 05 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing Idiom a day and 8 line poem for the idiom.


Idiom: Eat my Hat

Meaning: when one is sure about something is not going to happen, confidence on an event. Example usage: I will eat my hat if she agrees.

Poem:
Lights could be knot,
Human teleported,
Time travelled,
Walked on water,
Read with eyes shut,
Infinity reached,
End Human stupidity?
Eat my hat!


Note: All the challenge prompts can be found HERE.

The Garden of Roots



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A soul had reached a place, no where identifiable in a map nor named by any navigator. It looked like a confined tiny place at glance but more the explored, larger it got. It wasn’t some kind of magic land. It was real and very far away from the miracles of fiction.

For there was no name, nothing addressed, nothing displayed and not a thing visible. It was an infinite space compressed into finite footsteps.  Though the soul could feel the moment, every moment had a sink deep inside, pulling inwards. This space was a house of thoughts.

The first of thoughts were of unconditional love. That form of love – pure, with no conditions or expectations like that of birth and care.

There were the thoughts of the origins. Not like the wind, rain, fire, earth, species etc. Not that ancient. Not like technology, speed, race etc. Not that recent too. It was somewhere amidst the evolution of species.

There is always culture, the one that binds and bounds. Culture is that essential morale which keeps one growing and directs to the path of success. Those ancestral traditions and learning’s which uplift the values.

There were memories with the missing feelings. They were the ones which could easily snatch away the sleep. They were the ones which would want the soul to grow younger.

There were belongings. They were accumulations that were gathered with time. The one’s which were associated with the personality and served as the identity. The one’s which drew the boundaries.

There was knowledge which had groomed out of experience. Some made through the hard way and some through the scribbles.  Some led with decisions and some consequences. They formed the knowledge base for the promotions, like knowing the right pinch of salt to turn the dish delicious.

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It did not take much time for the soul to realize that it was in theGarden of Roots’.


Note: My  Sincere thanks to Mansi Karna for letting me borrow her book title –  ‘A Garden of Roots,‘ which is Work In Progress. Wishing her all the success for the book.

Sleep, is Just Not Sleep



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Enjoyable flashes,
The outline of contentment,
Gushes around,
Sleep, is just not sleep!

Some unwanted howls,
Worry of its kind,
Plays peek a boo,
Sleep, is just not sleep!

The daily on goings,
The bumpy routines,
Rests along,
Sleep, is just not sleep!

Life is to learn,
Sleep, has only it,
Life has to learn,
Sleep, is just the sleep!

The matured mind,
The work tired body,
Calls it as,
Sleep and just the sleep!

Odd Man Out



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This post is written for Three Line Tales Challenge Number 41.  It is a challenge put forth by Sonya from Only 100 Words, where we write a three line tale for the supplied image.

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Photo by Dmitri Popov via Unsplash

The puzzle with the image questioned, “Pick the odd man out: Pillars or Windows or Lamps or Frames or Patterns?”

Thoughts float around the hall.

The winning answer said, “The odd man out must be the Man behind/inside those pillars or windows or lamps or frames or patterns.”


Also tagging for the Daily Prompt Post: OR

Captain Hyperbole



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This post is written for Three Line Tales Challenge Number 40.  It is a challenge put forth by Sonya from Only 100 Words, where we write a three line tale for the supplied image.

My story this week is three hyperbole’s associated with three elements in the image: Smoke, Darkness and Human.

Hyperbole is exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally. It is an unreal exaggeration to emphasize the real situation.

Who could be the captain Hyperbole?

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photo by Dominik Martin

I am so hungry, I could eat you” – Smoke

I am as dark as your inner beauty” – Darkness

Smoke clouds bring silver linings to my darkness ” – Human


Also tagging for the daily prompt post: Hyperbole