WRITING

In My Prose.

I wrote you a letter,

Which you haven’t replied to.

In my prose,

I reminisced that once you had helped me,

But yet you didn’t reply.

I thought maybe you hadn’t received my letter.

I waited and waited.

Atlast the reply came,

It said that-“My friend I am coming to meet you.”

Adios!

WRITING

Intentional Power.

Power is an epitome,

Of the ability to change things.

It can be for the good or for the bad,

But it does bring the necessary needs.

And often it does not.

Like the blowing wind might help in generating electricity,

But when buildings obstruct it,

You won’t feel even a draft of it.

Intentional power and its use depends upon its owner.

If the person in the position uses it properly,

Then well and good,

Or that’s how the world is running.

Adios!

WRITING

Cognitive Intelligence.

Cognitive intelligence,

Is the new mantra to workout in any field,

Especially in the field of science and technology.

Cognition works in the by processes of the brain,

While intelligence,

Is a source of information which comes from the heart as well as from the mind.

Intelligence in truth is hard to come by.

So, when cognition,

Which is the mental ability to recognise anything which goes around one’s surrounding,

Is brought in fruition with intelligence,

Then the things rock,

And cognitive intelligence takes birth.

Babies or (especially) small children,

Are warned and taught about many things which they aren’t supposed to do.

But very few babies follow it.

Such babies or small children have their cognitive intelligence developed,

And they are talented.

Cognitive intelligence is a boon.

It is definitely a rare thing to have and much rarer to use .

For cognitive intelligence or plain human intelligence,

Often gets replaced by artificial intelligence.

Adios!

WRITING

I Am The Cosmos.

I am the cosmos.

I keep a watch on you.

I can’t rely upon you.

That you won’t get astray.

So, I keep a watch on you.

My stars,

My planets,

My position,

You will not even be able to imagine.

You are my staff,

But you don’t know me as your boss.

I look upon you.

To see you everywhere you go.

Look high at up to me,

And see I am also walking with you.

Didn’t you?

Adios!

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A Thousand Things.

A Thousand things we all want,

A Thousand things we all need.

A Thousand is a mere number.

As the want supercedes the things.

A Thousand things have been bought.

A thousand things will be formed.

A thousand things,

But nothing of gain.

Even in a million things,

A thing that remains missing,

Is what is needed for life to sustain,

And that is love.

Mother’s love, father’s love and above all God’s love.

Adios!