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!(A letter to my future self)

As 2023 nears its end, with just a month remaining, and just two days away from my birthday, this moment, the opener of the last month, brings with it a hangover from the year, a realisation that I am no longer the same person I once was.

This year, in particular, has been a been quite a ride for me. From changing my address to changing the whole trajectory of my life, it has experienced it all. Receiving my Spotify wrap-up for the year, I'm reminded of the magic of music – how it can evoke the deepest of emotions, reliving the highest highs and the lowest lows. These songs have become a soundtrack to a year of transformation, from a self-destructive lifestyle to one disciplined by necessity.

It's astonishing how much one can experience in a year. This year has made me realise the breadth of time – how in just twelve months, life can flip upside down, leaving you a stranger to the person you were at the year's start.

Is every year like this? Probably not!! Does it happen often? Nope!! So, what makes it special? The tapestry of memories, decisions, reactions, and everything in between.

I'm not here to tally my achievements or losses. In fact, writing this down is a first for me. But for once, let's not keep score, let's not try to get one better, try not to reach somewhere. Instead, let's embrace the moment and recognise ourselves. Find that inner calm that others can sense. Be unconventional – be a monk with a stylish haircut, be a priest in shorts and a T-shirt or a father in jeans and a hoodie. If it's hard to imagine, then be the one to break the mold. Be the outlaw, the outcast, the nerd who knows nothing of Star Wars or the MCU.

In life, we should allow ourselves the simple joys – laugh a little, cry a little, sleep a little, walk a little. When you find yourself at a crossroads, dare to take the road less traveled. Maybe you will find something interesting, some long lost memory, a forgotten friends, someone you were madly in love once, something you didn't even knew you had.

Be curious to explore beyond your comfort zone. Set sail on new adventures, for each journey is a quest to find the missing piece of your life's puzzle.

Life's meaning isn't something to be found but experienced. Embrace the chaos of possibilities, much like a chessboard at the start of a game. With every move, new worlds of possibility unfold. Chess, like life, is an intricate dance of choices and consequences, endless in its variations.

Never underestimate the importance of the seemingly small. You might have missed those particular opportunities that led you to become an Olympic shooter, or a traveller, or a vineyard owner, or a rock star, or a planet-saving physicist, or an IIT graduate, or the million other things, but you are still in some way all of those people.

As you age, you'll realise that much of what once seemed important fades into insignificance. Emptiness isn't a void; it's a canvas for existence. Use it to shape your life's meaning.

We are all just wandering through the tundra of our existence, assigning value to worthlessness, when all that we love and hate, all we believe in and fight for and kill for and die for is as meaningless as images projected onto a screen.

These thoughts might seem disjointed, but perhaps that's the essence of life – a puzzle we're all trying to solve. Our lives are a tapestry of reactions, decisions, and their consequences.

Life is a kaleidoscope – it's anything and everything you want it to be. A topsy-turvy ride, a roller-coaster ride, a ride full of useless decisions and nonsense reactions, a life full of regrets and mistakes, and it still can be a life worth living for.

And if you think you can ask me questions and get some sense out of all the things I have written so far, well, I will think about it tomorrow, for tomorrow is just another day.

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hii,,could you talk about Glimmers Lost please,, its so beautiful but i was struggling to keep up and make sense of it...

Well these thoughts came to my mind when I was talking to my professor, see I am a researcher in Machine Learning, so what he told me was something like whenever you learn something in depth, you lose it’s magical essence

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Glimmers Lost

In realms of thought where wisdom's treasures gleam,

Where knowledge weaves a tapestry of dreams,

There lies a truth profound, yet bittersweet,

Where marvels meet their fate in knowledge's seat.

With deep understanding, we soar on wings of light,

Exploring mysteries that once hid from sight,

But as we venture into wisdom's embrace,

A shadow descends, casting a solemn grace.

The marvellous unfurls before our eager eyes,

Revealing secrets that beneath the surface lies,

Yet, with each unveiled truth and insight gained,

A pang of loss, like distant echoes, is ordained.

For what was once a gem of wondrous lore,

Now stands unveiled, ordinary evermore,

The mysteries that danced with enchanting glee,

Now wear a shroud of familiarity.

The stars above, once distant sparks of fire,

Now reduced to science's grasp, mere numbers to acquire,

The rose's fragrance, once a mystic spell,

Now analyzed and cataloged, its essence fell.

The symphonies that played in nature's hand,

Are now dissected, notes upon notes unplanned,

The canvas of creation, breathtaking and divine,

Becomes a puzzle, piece by piece defined.

Oh, cursed blessing, knowledge's dual face,

A wealth of truths, yet beauty's tender grace,

With understanding gained, a cost is paid,

The marvellous loses its aura, begins to fade.

But still, we press, for knowledge is our quest,

Though some enchantment fades, there's more to invest,

For even as the known becomes the norm,

New mysteries emerge, awaiting to transform.

And so we journey, seeking depths untold,

A balance found, between what's new and old,

To cherish both the marvels we unfold,

And hold a sense of loss, both humble and bold.

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Lonely Mind

Amidst the bustling city's ceaseless race,

A lonely mind seeks solace, a warm embrace,

Yearning for connections, hearts intertwine,

Human touch, the purpose, the grand design.

In streets alive with hurried soul,

Of bonds that mend, and love's role,

In pure nature's arms, a shift unfolds,

Solitude's embrace, a tale untold.

For 'midst the forest's gentle whisper,

The soul discovers solitude with dispire,

A different character, this quiet scene,

A union with the world, profound and serene.

In rustling leaf and babbling brook,

A language sweet, and eyeing took,

And in the hush of mountains grand,

A dance of shadows, the soul understands.

The city's clamor to distant hum,

As inner voice and heart become,

The symphony of self and world entwined,

A cosmic bond, a oneness undefined.

In silence, soul converses with core,

A dance of thoughts, emotions, evermore,

And in this dance, the soul views,

The beauty of self, both old and new.

For nature's splendor mirrors within,

The tangled thoughts, and dreams therein,

As mountains rise, and strength reside,

In solitude, the soul's wellspring untied.

The lonely mind, now freed from call,

Embraces self, accepts the fall,

In solitude, finds a world complete,

A connection, a love replete.

So let the city's lights shine bright,

For human bonds, a guiding light,

Yet in nature's, a truth profound,

In solitude, the self and world are found.

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Leap of Dreams

In the realm where dreams unfurl their wings,

There dwells a man with daring aspirations.

He believes he can soar through the heavens above,

Yet a fear within him binds his aspirations.

With trembling heart, he gazes upon the skies,

Yearning to take flight, to taste the freedom's sweet.

But doubts grip his spirit, the ground holds him tight,

Afraid to embrace the unknown's daring feat.

Amidst his struggle, a poor friend steps near,

Observing the battle of courage and fear.

With empathy's touch, he lends a helping hand,

And nudges him forward, to take that grandstand.

A push from behind, an unexpected force,

The man feels the wind caress his face.

In that brief moment, terror turns to awe,

As his feet leave the earth, embracing grace.

But lo, there is another, a friend so true,

Who senses the longing and shares the dream too.

With eyes full of trust and a heart beating strong,

This loyal companion won't let him go wrong.

Together they stand, united as one,

Ready to defy gravity's claim.

They leap towards the unknown, their spirits entwined,

Hand in hand, they chase eternal fame.

Through turbulent currents and uncharted skies,

They navigate hurdles, their fears left behind.

Two souls bound by courage, their spirits alight,

With each passing moment, new strength they find.

For the good friend who leaps, he understands,

That dreams are much grander when shared hand in hand.

In unity's embrace, they dance with the sun,

And with every daring flight, new horizons are won.

So let their story remind us all,

That dreams are not meant to be faced alone.

With a gentle push or a leap side by side,

Together, we can conquer the unknown.

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Beyond the Veil

In search of life's elusive scheme,

We wander through a cryptic dream,

Seeking meaning, purpose, worth,

The essence of our very birth.

Yet, as the days and nights unfold,

The answers seem like tales untold,

For life resists a clear-cut view,

Its mysteries wrapped in shadows hue.

Amidst the chaos, we pursue,

The grand design that's born anew,

But in our quest, we often find,

The more we seek, the more we're blind.

"You'll never live," they softly say,

"When seeking meaning every day."

A paradox, it seems, indeed,

To live, we must release our need.

To chase the purpose, unafraid,

We must embrace the serenade,

Of moments cherished, unexplained,

And in the beauty, be ingrained.

For life's true meaning can't be found,

In pages of some ancient bound,

It lies in whispers of the breeze,

In laughter shared with hearts at ease.

In hugs that heal the deepest ache,

In sunsets painting skies opaque,

In kindness shown to stranger's face,

In love that time cannot erase.

So, let us live and cease to seek,

The answers that evade the meek,

For life's profound, in joy and strife,

Embrace the dance, and savor life.

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Fleeting Flames

In the grand expanse of this vast cosmic tale,

We're mere specks of dust, destined to prevail.

For life's fleeting moments, they shimmer and fade,

As we dance on the stage, in this mortal parade.

We're bound by mortality, a universal decree,

Death's cold grip, a truth we all must see.

No exceptions granted, no escape from its call,

Yet within this reality, we find strength in the fall.

For in the face of eternity's unyielding gaze,

We find solace in the choices, in how we blaze.

Our existence, a brief whisper in the wind,

Leaving imprints of our souls, the echoes of the pinned.

It matters not if the universe takes no heed,

If its indifference echoes with an apathetic creed.

For what we possess, amidst life's fleeting breath,

Is the power to choose how we embrace our own death.

In the end, it's not the length of days we're given,

But how we lived, loved, and found purpose driven.

The shout into the wind, a testament of our worth,

Defining our legacy, in this transient berth.

So let us stand tall, with courage in our stride,

Embracing the moments, before the ebbing tide.

For it's not the inevitability of fate's final call,

But the beauty we create, before we gracefully fall.

In the tapestry of time, we're threads interwoven,

Painting the canvas of existence, our stories unspoken.

Though our lives may end, like a flame's dying glow,

Our essence lives on, in the ripples we bestow.

So let us seize each day, with passion and grace,

Embracing the unknown, with a smile on our face.

For in this fleeting journey, as mortal beings we roam,

We find meaning and purpose, even when all is done.

Yes, we will die, as will all in this cosmic sphere,

But let us cherish the moments, for they are so dear.

And when the time comes, when our spirits take flight,

May we have lived fully, in the glow of life's light.

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The Silent Shatter

In the depths of longing, I reside,

Unable to reach her, though I stand beside.

Aching to draw close, to hear her laugh,

Yet bound by fears, like an impenetrable shaft.

Would guilt flicker in her eyes, if she caught my gaze?

Or would awkwardness veil the moments we'd graze?

Do I cast a shadow upon her happiness so bright?

Am I but an intruder, haunting her delight?

Will she even notice, when she sees him near?

Or will I be but a whisper, too distant to hear?

Pathetic, she might think, as I approach her there,

A figure of sorrow, drowning in love's despair.

These thoughts torment my mind, a relentless tide,

As I yearn to bridge the distance, to stand by her side.

Hoping for a chance, to dissolve this inner fear,

To whisper my truth, to make my intentions clear.

But uncertainty lingers, a shroud upon my soul,

Amidst the maelstrom of emotions that I cannot control.

Am I burdening her, with my unspoken desire?

Or does she sense the flames, igniting this burning fire?

In this complex dance, tangled and unfurled,

I'm caught between hope and the weight of the world.

An invisible prisoner, I remain locked within,

Unable to break free, yet yearning to begin.

Still, I press forward, despite the doubts that persist,

For to never try, to hold back, would be to resist.

The depths of my heart, the truth I must convey,

Even if it brings vulnerability, come what may.

For if she rejects me, with a cold and distant stare,

I'll gather the pieces, my shattered heart I'll repair.

For within the fragments, resilience will bloom,

And I'll learn to love again, even through the gloom.

So I'll step closer, with courage and trembling grace,

Embracing the risk, as I enter love's elusive chase.

For even in the face of uncertainty and strife,

I'll cherish the journey, the tapestry of life.

In the pursuit of love, I'll find strength and might,

As I navigate the darkness, guided by love's light.

And if I'm met with rejection, I'll rise above,

Knowing I've been true to myself, to this fragile love.

For in the depth of vulnerability lies a hidden art,

A testament to the courage of an open heart.

So let me not dwell in shadows of regret and despair,

But embrace the possibility of love, with all that I bear.

For in the grand tapestry of life's tangled weave,

There's beauty in the moments we choose to believe.

So, I'll cast aside my doubts, and with hope, I'll begin,

To let love guide me forward, and let my heart win.

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Madness

In her, there's a madness untamed,

A world beyond what can be named,

A lost soul seeking solace in chords,

Her guitar sings the depths of her words.

With each strum, emotions unfold,

A symphony of stories untold,

Her voice, a vessel for heart's release,

Melodies that bring inner peace.

I watch her play, captivated, spellbound,

Her passion echoes, resounding profound,

In her music, a rawness so real,

A language only the soul can feel.

She sings of pain, of dreams untamed,

Of love and loss, forever unclaimed,

Her songs carry echoes of her strife,

Aching with the melodies of life.

And as I listen, a fire awakes,

A longing within, my soul it shakes,

For in her madness, I find my own,

A kindred spirit, together we've grown.

I fall for her, the madness, the art,

A connection that transcends the heart,

Her music weaves a spell on my soul,

In her embrace, I find myself whole.

Her guitar strings plucked with grace,

Echoing feelings I cannot erase,

In the madness we dance, unafraid,

Finding solace in the melodies we've made.

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Silent Burials

Beneath the layers of a silent sea,

Emotions stir, longing to break free,

Unexpressed whispers, buried deep,

In hidden chambers, secrets they keep.

Like restless phantoms, they lie in wait,

Patiently biding, fueled by fate,

For time is but a fragile veil,

That shields the truths we dare not unveil.

With every passing day and night,

Unspoken yearnings gather might,

They simmer, smolder, never fade,

'Til their resurrection, unafraid.

For emotions buried alive, you see,

Will find their way, inevitably,

In twisted ways, they'll reappear,

In forms far uglier, yet crystal clear.

They may seep through cracks, unseen,

Or erupt like storms, fierce and mean,

In words unkind, or actions unjust,

Unexpressed emotions, a chaotic gust.

They haunt our dreams, and restless sleep,

In nightmares, their secrets creep,

Until acknowledged, embraced at last,

Their haunting grip shall forever last.

So let us learn this poignant truth,

To give voice to feelings, in age or youth,

For buried emotions, they'll never die,

But emerge as monsters, we can't deny.

In tender moments, let hearts unfurl,

Express the joy, express the whirl,

For unexpressed emotions, oh so grand,

Can be the key to truly understand.

Though this poem remains non-conclusive,

The sentiment lingers, ever intrusive,

Unleash the emotions, let them fly,

And banish the ugliness that may lie.

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Unintended Masterpieces

In the realm where visions dance,

Where artistry finds its chance,

I've learned a truth that holds so tight,

When agendas fade, creations ignite.

When my mind clings to a rigid plan,

An iron grip on what I demand,

The picture withers, devoid of breath,

Lifeless echoes, devoid of depth.

But when I hush the noise within,

And let awareness truly begin,

A whispering voice, so faint, yet clear,

Guides me to a realm free from fear.

An act of faith, I surrender my will,

To the unknown, to a sacred thrill,

And like a compass, it points the way,

To realms uncharted, where colors sway.

No longer bound by ego's reins,

I set sail on creative plains,

Where beauty blossoms, unforeseen,

In hues vibrant, in realms pristine.

The path unfolds, with each stroke's grace,

Taking me to a sacred space,

Where intentions meld with the divine,

And something greater starts to shine.

The creation births, no longer mine,

A separate being, with a life so fine,

It dances, breathes, with a force untamed,

A symphony wild, a masterpiece unclaimed.

I stand in awe, a humble soul,

For I've witnessed the magic that unfolds,

When agendas yield to the cosmic flow,

In that surrender, true art will grow.

So let us listen, with open ears,

To the whispers that dissolve our fears,

And trust the journey, uncertain and free,

For there lies the realm of creativity.

In this non-conclusive tale I weave,

The sentiments echo, the truth conceived,

That when we release our ego's tether,

Art blossoms, with life force altogether.

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Wounded Souls

In the depths of darkness we roam,

Wounded souls seeking a place called home,

Stumbling, searching, trying to find,

A way to heal the scars left behind.

In the fabric of our being, torn and frayed,

We seek solace, a balm for the betrayed,

With fragile hands, we stitch and mend,

Hoping to find wholeness in the end.

Each thread a memory, a piece of our past,

The holes they ripped, a pain that lasts,

But we gather strength from the depths within,

Determined to let our brokenness begin.

We're warriors of resilience, bound to fight,

Against the shadows that cast their blight,

With every stitch, we reclaim our power,

Turning wounds into strength, hour by hour.

In the tapestry of life, we find our way,

Amidst the darkness, we see the light's ray,

For in our struggles, a beauty unfolds,

A testament to the strength our spirit holds.

And as we stumble, we find empathy's embrace,

Knowing others too bear scars we cannot erase,

United in our journey, we mend and we cope,

In the tapestry of wounded souls, we find hope.

So let us honor our scars, our battle scars,

For they tell stories of resilience, both near and far,

And though we stumble in the darkened night,

We'll rise, we'll heal, and emerge into the light.

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Moments that Matter

In the end, they say your life flashes by,

Every moment, every memory, every laugh and every cry.

But the truth is, you only see the things you love,

The ones that fill your heart, like wings of a dove.

You see the smiles of loved ones, and their eyes shining bright,

The sound of their laughter, that fills the night.

You see the sunsets and the stars, that light up the sky,

And the beauty of nature, that makes your heart sigh.

You see the moments of pure joy, that you'll never forget,

The times you felt alive, and without any regret.

You see the love you gave, and the love you received,

And the moments of kindness, that you truly believed.

You see the times you stood strong, and the times you fell,

And the moments of courage, that you knew so well.

You see the dreams you chased, and the ones you fulfilled,

And the moments of hope, that your heart was thrilled.

For in the end, you only see what matters most,

The things that touched your soul, like a gentle ghost.

The moments of pure love, that fill your heart with light,

And the beauty of this life, that makes it all worth the fight.

So cherish every moment, and live with all your might,

For in the end, it's the things you love, that make your life bright.

And when your time comes, and your journey is done,

You'll know you lived a life, that truly shone.

For in the end, you'll see it all again,

The things you loved the most, like a timeless refrain.

And you'll smile, and be at peace, as you move towards the light,

For you lived a life full of love, and that's what made it right.

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Weathering Together

In this world of chaos and strife,

Where unpredictability rules our life,

Our task is not to resist its might,

But to weather the storm, day and night.

For chaos, a wild and untamed force,

We seek solace, a steady course,

To cling to the known, the predictable,

A shelter amidst chaos' spectacle.

In moments rare, those precious few,

We find stability, tried and true,

The constants that anchor our soul,

When chaos consumes, they make us whole.

Amidst the whirlwind, we stand together,

United in purpose, through any weather,

For chaos can't break our steadfast bond,

In unity, resilience will respond.

The chaos that swirls may cause dismay,

Yet in its midst, we find strength to stay,

To find harmony amid disarray,

And navigate through the darkest day.

So let's not fear the chaos's might,

But embrace the challenge, face the fight,

And in the face of uncertainty's art,

We'll find the rhythm of our united heart.

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Tales Unwritten

In the vast expanse of life's grand stage,

A library exists, where stories engage,

Shelves stretching endlessly, a boundless sight,

Each book a portal, revealing paths of might.

Between life and death, this sacred domain,

Holds myriad volumes, an infinite terrain,

Whispering tales of lives left unexplored,

A chance to wander the roads untrodden before.

Each page unveils a different destiny's glow,

Inviting reflection on the choices we sow,

What if we had walked on different ground,

Would regrets vanish, lost and never found?

In this vast library, where dreams collide,

The chance to rewrite fate cannot be denied,

But ponder, dear soul, would you truly change,

The tapestry woven, with its joys and strange?

For within each regret, lessons are learned,

From the embers of mistakes, wisdom is earned,

And though the pages beckon with tempting sway,

Regrets shape our being in unforeseen ways.

Would you forsake the pain that made you grow,

To tread a path where no growth may bestow?

The roads untaken, mere illusions they seem,

For the journey we've lived, our souls redeem.

So, wander the library, embrace its lore,

But cherish the journey you have journeyed before,

For the choices we made, both right and wrong,

Have shaped our spirit, like a melodic song.

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Ink and Breath

In a realm of words, where power resides,

A single word, the catalyst that guides.

With might it reigns, altering life's course,

A force unseen, but with potent force.

Funny how a word, so seemingly small,

Can topple kingdoms, make the mighty fall.

It weaves its magic, dances on the tongue,

Transforming destinies, when it is sung.

In a symphony of letters, it takes flight,

Unleashing thoughts, igniting the night.

Each word holds power, a world within,

Unfolding stories, where dreams begin.

But not funny at all, this truth profound,

Words hold a weight, the universe's crown.

For steel and money, they may wield control,

Yet words, they possess the power to console.

They shape our narratives, our very being,

A tapestry of truth, woven with meaning.

From whispers soft to declarations bold,

Words paint our stories, new chapters unfold.

With ink and breath, they stir hearts awake,

Awakening passions, causing hearts to quake.

They bridge divides, in languages unknown,

Uniting souls, in a harmonious tone.

So let us choose wisely, the words we employ,

For they hold the key to both chaos and joy.

In the symphony of language, let love prevail,

With words, let's build a world where kindness sets sail.

Funny how a word can change everything,

But it is not funny at all, this truth we bring.

Words are power, the essence of our soul,

Let them heal, inspire, and make us whole.

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My Thoughtland

In my thoughtland, I am free

To wander in my mind's domain

Where the power lies within me,

And nothing can cause me pain.

My pen becomes my guiding light,

As I journey through the night

My thoughts come alive and take flight,

As I bask in their shining might.

Friends may think I am lost,

But they don't understand

The richness of my innermost thoughts,

That only I can command.

In this land of my creation,

I am never truly alone

For my thoughts provide inspiration,

And ideas that have grown.

Science may have its place,

But in my thoughtland it's not enough

For it cannot match the grace,

Of thoughts that run wild and rough.

Here, thoughts have no bounds,

They can soar beyond the sky

And in their freedom, they astound,

As they bring my dreams to life.

This thoughtland is my haven,

A place where my soul can thrive

Where my deepest fears are forsaken,

And my creativity comes alive.

So let me stay in my thoughtland,

For it is where I truly belong

A place where I can always stand,

And be free to write my song.