Human + Universe

when

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sun, 05 Nov 2017 10:37:00 +0000

it rains
around the world
sleep welcomes
the dream, and

enigmatic souls awaken
along the eternal shores
of destiny

of nights and days

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Fri, 28 Nov 2014 13:54:00 +0000

everyday feels like night
and i used to like nights...

days

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Mon, 03 Nov 2014 02:09:00 +0000

something i was expecting last summer evening, you and the rain. the fragrance of earth showered with first drops of rain brought back childhood adventures in rain-jungles. the always mysterious boundaries set around a magnificent sunset never changes with age. then it was all gone, and you reached out to me. and the rest of the day was filled with jokes and laughter. those memories will haunt many ages, and then those too will wither away.

evening rain

my rendezvous with you. this life does not fail to reach and touch every single day. in those moments, it expands, fills space with passion to live. and you wake up everyday, to watch the first sunrise then to call me. days melt into night, same poetry resonates a new meaning every new day. your eyes, your passion lives in me.

love

today

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sun, 06 Jul 2014 23:53:00 +0000

im not all i wanted to be
i am all i claim to be

of journeys

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sun, 25 May 2014 16:29:00 +0000

he picked up the coins, littered throughout the house. the collector has ended his life. what meaning has this coins for him now, each piece older than the other, and heavy in memories.

this was just another stop in his million year journey. shall he keep the coins to present to the collector at the end of his own journey?

of journeys

of life

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Thu, 10 Apr 2014 21:20:00 +0000

you delve too deep, missing the magic of the sweet abandon, scattered along the surface of life

many tomorrows

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Wed, 26 Feb 2014 21:46:00 +0000

when everything around you seems for eternity
every hint of life, living forever in their dreams

neutrino navigator

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sat, 22 Feb 2014 21:24:00 +0000

awaken, by the trails of light. far ahead, in each century, they lived forever. there were artifacts to be found, in different universes. having lost the feel of time, and sleep, we lie awake in edge cities, edging closer to the end of infinity.

[edge]

love

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Fri, 11 Jan 2013 18:21:00 +0000

in the stillness of the night
beautiful music reverberates everywhere
we were gazing
stars along the mesmerizing fountain
of galaxies
above the Andean forests
cold warmth
writing memories for futures to come

greatest years of our lives

lost

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Thu, 03 Jan 2013 18:52:00 +0000

probably the fervor in finding these magnificent lives were lost when we found them strewn along the edges of time, having long forgotten their beginnings, their memory of origin eaten by aging time.

receding seas
lost evenings.

on work

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Tue, 14 Aug 2012 19:04:00 +0000

its been a while since i've written about work. work is good, been seeing a lot of improvements in experience, tool usage and client coverage. as expected the introduction of machine translation (MT) had some affect on overall job volume. at the same time, google translate didn't really kill the translation and localization industry. i believe now, it will never be able to reach the sufficient level of AI to produce flawless auto translation. language will remain truly a human skill, being able to fit the context and climate of use. a machine, will forever remain a machine regardless of the level of sentience achieved, in not being able to manipulate the outcome of MT to the multilayered level of user acceptance, of the respective field and in general, to suit the evolving human language itself.

just my thoughts.

the mind

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sat, 11 Aug 2012 06:30:00 +0000

the mind feels trapped. the illusion of happiness slowly eroding. the promised greater days non existent, only nights seem to be of salvation. unable to comprehend the surroundings, unable to admire the beauty of this world. the camera lay dead in its own prison. its pixels loosing their magical abilities.

the mind feels abbreviated. every action seems to be measured. every action are asked to be measured. days flipping into tomorrow slowly closes one memory after the other, as fear takes over and crushes every desire. every dream seems to be in forever dusk. every dream, like the books strewn in the dungeon unread, dies the moment they are born.

the mind decays. once the playground full of life. once the creators of life, now seeking every bit of life, among the many dead that walks by.

-gp

riding the midnight highways

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Wed, 08 Aug 2012 21:18:00 +0000

seems like forever, this winding road leading to the mountains of glorious triumphs.

we sat, along vast savannahs dotting the backyards of our memories.
mornings of emptiness, nights full of life, the pain of existence, remaining immortal in your eyes.
echoes in the wind from faraway land, bringing the reality of future, and awakening our slumber,
when time broken, ticks again directionless.

memories of the past.

[+] im writing again nachi :P

silent nights

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 13:23:00 +0000

so silent is the night,
maybe they are visiting.

rain

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:51:00 +0000

amidst the dark skies, light year stars twinkling, their weather unknown, its raining on earth, invading dreams...

of goodbyes

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sat, 27 Aug 2011 20:50:00 +0000

the promised beginning,
arrived and left too soon.
in the end, we see familiar faces
at seashores of destiny

we said goodbye once
and never repeated it
for we always will arrive
at their destinations

-sivanesan

sleepless

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sat, 06 Aug 2011 19:03:00 +0000

in the darkest of the nights
along unpaved roads
crawling into hidden futures
in the darkest of the nights
you dream a dream real
but when you wake up
its still yesterday
and the wait for tomorrow
is painful

of finding

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Tue, 02 Aug 2011 18:58:00 +0000

i have found her.

the pursuit of hapiness

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sat, 23 Jul 2011 03:50:00 +0000

whom we are searching for, is not beyond some imaginary cloud, decked in garlands or illuminated by light. its not in the sky. they are just around you, beside you. holding your hand, giving you assurance that's its going to be all right. the pursuit never ends, but the person is only one, they always have been. in all troubles, there is assurance of some sane mind who will listen to you. in all heartbreaks, there is assurance that some good soul will mend it. in all ends, there will be them, god, lighting the unseen path and makes it all right for you.

where are you

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sat, 16 Jul 2011 18:45:00 +0000

i find dead ends seeking for a solution. gates littered with death. minds crumble faced with uncertainty. my soul is broken, drifting for all to play.

pursuit

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 20:34:00 +0000

in your relentless pursuit of the future, dont waste time stopping for people who doesn't share your passion. dont stop for anyone.

crossroads

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 15:04:00 +0000

sometimes we stop the world for someone. waiting, wishing, wondering if they have done the same for us...

eternity

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Sun, 29 May 2011 17:45:00 +0000

it would have been easier to say no, than make you wait.

of days and nights

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Mon, 25 Apr 2011 21:23:00 +0000

suddenly theres alot of things i dont understand. its really hard to go through this.

...you

noreply@blogger.com (ghost particle) — Thu, 14 Apr 2011 19:01:00 +0000

for, its during the rainy seasons
when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me

[feast]