An Orange Cloud

Today  I  was thinking of you, like always, while  I was  falling asleep.  A few years from now, we will get married, have children, get them married and have grandchildren.  By that  time  we would be retired. I want to buy a house on the outskirts with some land and a two-story individual house for us. I will stop dyeing my hair black and peer pressure you into stopping  too . You would look so handsome with grey/silver hair. I would oil my hair every day so that when I washed it,  it’d  be silky, curly and bouncy. We would be competitive about who has better hair  and  obviously, you will win because  you’re   handsome always . Our kids and their kids would  come  visit us during festivals and spend a week. I hope our kids come  visit  us for every festival. I hope we raise them right and that they love us truly.  During summer, our grandchildren would be dropped off by their p...

  It’s exhausting.   Trail Of Thoughts- 32 Sto-rini- 21 You find metaphors in everything, everywhere. Every little action feels like a narration from a third view. Every thought is like a moment of truth that defines who I am.   Even little things like watching shorts for a few minutes before getting up in the morning, the deity narrates; “When waking up in the fresh cloudy morning, Rini would rather look at her 15cmx7.5cm brick of technology than get up and take a peek at the never ending beauty of nature. Is this how she wants to start the day or is she made that way? Let’s find out in the next scene.” And I, who just watched some brain-rot content to feel awaken, would stare into abyss and do a face palm.   Please tell me you all feel this way. I can think of many more.   I use my computer while studying for music. The music sometimes turns into music videos which I don’t hate. I love Blackpink, but then the deity starts, “Studying for...

 it's such a pretty word ahhhhh 22-10-22 Trail Of Thoughts- 31     People are like crystals   Often only a few are recognized and admired   But those stuck at the bottom,   Maybe prettier than those ever found,   Are crippling down below.   They need to be known   They need to be bestowed.   And most importantly know that they're loved once they're found.   Keep working hard,   Maybe one day when the world finds you   You'll be treasured   More than you were in your mind.       I wrote this back in 2022. After collecting a lot of dust, im bestowed upon this masterpiece. I remember writing this in a train probably going to a temple.   I love this. It’s definitely not about external validation; it’s mostly about getting the spotlight so you can show people what you really are.   Now let’s ask chatgpt, what it thinks of this poem...