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  I was going through my old poems and one thing caught my eye. I write a poem on every crush i've ever had since I started poetry. Sto-rini-31   Trail of Thoughts- 48 Hear me out, its just as much cringe it is to you as it is to me if not more. The fact that I would leave such apparent, obvious clues distributed evenly from beginning to end and I remember who it was about immediately, does not make me happy or proud. Well, not immediately. I would be reading a poem, clearly a poem about being heart-broken for being rejected by a love I have grown over the years with such passion unknown to the mankind and I’d leave a tiny obvious real life line and suddenly it hits me that it was about a 2 week crush on a celebrity who cameo’d in a show I was watching at the time. The heartbreak? Well, it was that he wouldn’t become a permanent cast member.   It doesn’t stop there. Back in school I had plenty of crushes, alas I was, just a teenage girl. I would read a poem ab...

  This is what I see pop at the corner of the screen when I searched for poem prompts on google. Trail Of Thoughts- 47   Nothing pisses me off more than ai trying to be creative or ‘aid’ in the creative process. When they said ai is the new future, it will be amazing for everyone, one corner of the internet convinced me it will be used for all the menial work we do in our daily lives- like dishwashing, laundry, cleaning, and more humanly dangerous jobs like mining, oil rigging, diving in deep ocean to fix submarines, solar installation etc, you get the point. Ai was brought to us as a promise to a convenient technological development. At least that’s what I was expecting.   Ai can now write you poems, stories, generate any image from a simple descriptive input. All the creative stuff that makes humans, humans can be done with a single click of prompt. And now, don’t come at me saying it takes creativity to write the prompt. What? Seriously? Look at yourself, lis...