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
Making History
Genuflecting 🪔 🧘♀️to make a paradigm shift into a PRO-state ( not prostate) : a swollen discovery 😅💡 … You may wonder why “Swollen-PRO-state?” Well, I would say —the essence of what I say (now,)might appear so. That’s why! Yes, I feel bloated and swollen ( definitely, not inflated nor impregnated) esp. in the context of how and why I write this utterly conspicuous and self absorptive history of my past year. My life —quite insignificant to others - doubtlessly-enables me to self access myself freely. Right about now … I am feeling the biggest release 💨of my lifetime…yes… a release from what was holding me tight —in terms of ties. Last year changing ideas of “self,” influenced me—by: 1. Periodically giving me thematic and recursive metaphors of self —as though, life was hell bent upon reconstructing me through sudden changes emerging out of the blue. I moved places—both emotionally and physically, encountering intuitive favors of Clair-sentience, as though — nothing in the world c’d ever be overlooked. 2. In the process of maintaining progressive continuity with life, I found myself ( not taken to the woods,) charting myself mystically—as though, I were a “pilgrim soul ,” transcending the fabric of life. At the soul level, it was a sort of dislocation from the self, and then, subjecting self as an object of observation. This happened automatically as I fell by my self —alone—after bidding final farewells to a few loved ones in my life. Those who left me and those whom I left behind. I stood apart to view self from those who held me dear to their hearts and whose departures left a sudden vacuum in me. This doesn’t mean I was dying to be mothered. Instead the essence of my being gasped and then, I turned inwards to free myself from me. I resisted the temptation for a while but, I yielded. My life is nothing —tantalizing. But lain aside, the process of my transformation must not be forgotten ‘coz the way I lived (deeply,) and came into terms with my dreams, makes me live a waking dream to realize the beauty in it. Ingrained in this grace comes a recounting of the views of the world rendering many dialectics. Ironically the “me in me, threatens to survive, at times! Yet, then again, I realize that change is constant. But of course, true scrutiny combined with good instincts lend themselves as guides to these soul searches. Whether mirrored directly or askewed from others, I have learnt to preclude self as a projection of them to me or me to them in imagery. After all, multitude of influences add to the subject of what we receive or perceive in mind. Yes, I believe! Here’s the nearest platitude reflected (verbatim,) in these verses …. Of a soul ridden in reckless luge Above all shades, gliding o'er these earthly dues Yea, as you and me—as you, racing incessantly, thro' n thro To be graced by good or to be resplendent—as in a nature's grove Oft overflowing thro those fountain chutes All set in transparencies like that mid-summer's luge In that —in which, resides me and you ; all mixed up like some blended hues ... O it’s so true, and as true— so ensues… O! Look! an eternal spruce …it’s so evergreen, faded —yet standing tall in the woods .. As….Verbless in time; twice born, and seen as someone new In ways, reminiscing day to day experiences, prompting me to chronicle these thoughts anew. They run through my mind as me and you!
By Madhu Goteti about a year ago in Motivation
