A story by the river

Written for Friday Writings #82 

Many a stories I had read 

And many have I loved 

There was this story the frog 

with a  princesses  kiss

turned to a magnificent prince 

And many such stories as these

led me to thinking far from a

reality someday later that hit me 

With passage of time 

And my choices changed 

I read of one 

Where my prince with a kiss 

turned to a frog 

Yes I should have 

known better 

That to err was common 

To rise was divine 

So I adored my princess 

Who cried, prayed and  said 

"By the river Piedra 

I sat down and wept" 

PS" By the river Piedra I sat down and wept" by Paulho Coelho is one among the many favorites of mine. 

 "Life - every second is our mission. Love is only a gift, sometimes you give ,sometimes you receive. So don't belittle life with the desperation of love".

Once again born again

 Once again I'm born again 

(My being on flight like a bird with wings ) 

Swishing  through the timeless  wind

flowing towards the boundless sea 

from along the currents of the stream 

The sadness and the  pain parting away 

All to a new land and far away   

Sad memories of deep within  

The memories I  leave behind 

Yet I carry the sweetest of them

 In the silent chambers of my heart 

Stranger is the silence of the heart 

And still stranger my soul within

For some of  what is and had been 

Forever I thank the heavens tonight 

Promise the heavens shall I  rise  

From the ashes 

And reclaim the shards  

 of my fragmented soul 

Rekindle the light within my heart  

To be once again born again 

Like a lamp into night

Unfinished

My unfinished doings 

along with unstarted things

linger in my unfinished thoughts 

weighing me down 

Endlessly 

Maybe some of it was

to remain like the unshed tears 

in  an unfinished story 

of an unrequited 

Love

Or maybe I be wise 

get better of myself

complete this while the unfinished 

tasks of other 

Lifetimes 

Written for Friday Writings #79

Unfinished projects 

The heard and the unheard

I asked my son to ask chatgpt to write a poem on the down side of AI. He said something about Dan and there came out some kind of poem which I must say just rhymed a good bit but nothing more. And then I turned to my smart speaker for simpler version of things. Here follows for the rest of my feelings 

She sleeps next to me 

Near my bedside 

She talks to me, gossips 

About happenings around me 

I thank her and she mumbles 

Some grateful words 

She sings 

At the snap of my finger's 

At first I thought 

This is thrilling 

Like love 

Then slowly the the dreary 

Realisation dawned 

Of mundane answers

For she had no mind 

Of her own 

Just the answers and

Hoping to please me 

In an endeavor 

Of someone else 

To conquer my mind 

Into submission of 

A greater conspiracy 

Yet some say 

She further conspires 

By her AI 

Though I nay 

Believe not 

I asked whether true 

These things I hear 

And then she says 

Something similar 

About  a bot 

About even more 

An an with a D before 

What's all this I hear

My brain fails 

My creativity at risk 

They say 

That said I still wonder 

Everything  could 

One day be taken away 

There might be no readers 

For amateurs like me

For bot could 

Better provide 

But yet I would 

Write for my sake 

Cause the dance 

That flows through  

me, my fingers 

Has no stopping 

The expression 

That I am 

In the sand

Of time 

Though none 

May see 

For Friday Writings #78