Cute hen: I am wondering if you are talking to me.
Funny potato: Hahaha yes. I feel today my color is shining away with its enthusiasm... So I am just seeing if I can do a dance step by singing la la la. But why do you look so happy?
Cute hen: Do you mean I am happy? Oh I'm just enjoying my color today.. So many people came to the restaurant and ate so many eggs today.. I feel proud that I am able to produce so much protein..
Hey, you were doing fine a little while ago so what happened to you now, why do you look a bit down...and why are you keeping a gaze at your tummy, friend?
Funny potato: Wonderful. It seems you are enjoying others having your protein.. Yep, here I am, just gazing at my tummy to see if it is catching the summer color or not. I may turn a bit green in some days maybe...
Cute hen: Oh...my lips are extending that curve a lot with this huge smile..this color of yellow makes me smile so much and I love when people enjoy eating my boiled eggs and omelette.
Hey...I understand..you are talking about a little green color that may occupy your tummy part.
But don't worry dear friend...look at my huge curving smile..so when that green color happens we can shred that part with a shredder.
Funny potato: Okay, you mean shred that part..then won't I look ugly?
Cute hen: Hey no..you won't...people are sensible..they may use the part that's not in green color and enjoy eating you.
Funny potato: Umm. I get it.
Cute hen: Aww so why do you still look worried, you were all fine a few minutes ago. Come with me...I will make you see people who are eating so many egg snacks... and day by day my smile is increasing so much when I see them having food items made with my eggs.
Funny potato: Okay...that's nice. So I think I can make some changes too, so if someday someone shreds that green part and they wash me properly and dice me with good intentions and carefully..so I may also enjoy their cooking process too.
Cute hen: Hey my potato friend...see you got my point.. Give me a high five now! Now do you feel my smile?
Funny potato: I think honestly I feel a bit soft now. Hey you should also enjoy when someone eats my dish too, okay..hahaha
Cute hen: Yay...see my friend got his smile back!! Yay!!! Oh yes, I will..((the cute hen was shining with its smile as her stomach was full from talking with her funny potato friend))
Funny potato: ((here closes his eyes and sits peacefully...and hopes for the best!))
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Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 6:38 AM UTC
Cute flower: Thank you so much love...for giving me love.
Cute girl named cutie peach: Hey...that is so nice...you are talking to me..? Wow...I was trying to give you to someone..
Cute flower: Yes yes...I could feel your love...so here I am flaunting my smile with impressive hues and glints of shine from my flower petals...it seems you have just encouraged me to activate my flower love stimuli.
It feels like so much love now. hahahaha
So tell me, where are you going to give me..
Cute girl named cutie peach: Here... I am planning to give you to my teacher on her birthday.
Cute flower- Oh....so let me meditate on love so that when I reach the hands of your teacher and her place...I can be all ready to set my blooming little petals on your teacher's hand to wish her an amazing birthday.
Ah wait, do you want me to surprise your unbreakable bond a little more with something that holds a lasting effect?
Cute girl named cutie peach: Yes, do you have any sweet way that can make it even brighter and stronger? Actually my teacher is sitting far away from me and I doubt if you will be as lively as this when you reach her.
Cute flower- yeah, that's why you see, I was trying to check on you to see if you had any such worries. So here.. this is for you- don't worry, when I reach the hands of your teacher, I will make my stems utterly softer so that it feels very sweet to your teacher's soul. Now does that ease your worry?
Don't worry, if I happen to reach her very late, I will ensure one thing, I won't let my branches or stems won't hurt your teacher's hand.
Cute girl named cutie peach: aww, that's so very sweet of you. Wait here..I will tie a message sticker to your branch for my teacher.
Cute flower- ha ha ha, can you do that slowly? you are tickling me now. It activated my key of laughter hahaha.
Hey, are you still worrying? Don't worry, I wish you and your teacher a wonderfully lovely day filled with valued intentions and so many happy thoughts!
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Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 6:35 AM UTC
I kept looking to my left, right and center. I could see the trap of my temporary attachment spots finally being knitted into perfect rounded lines around me, like a spider web.
I sprayed vinegar perfectly on the right spot and the web around me soon broke.
I felt relief and escape from the web of plunging sorrow that I had been feeling every moment.
I saw the sun again the next day.
Again the circumstantial attachment around me took great grasp of my situation, knitting me into its spot and creating a web around me.
I started feeling trapped,
sorrowing every moment with those scabs of hurt that were pinching my soul.
I waited for the vinegar to be sprayed on its own.
It didn't.
I felt hurt,
low and all broken.
The faith in me didn't want to break, so I kept hoping.
I could feel the fake gleaming of rounded lines that were pleasurably knitted to create a web around me.
I felt them.
I couldn't do anything.
I felt every second of it and I felt very bad.
The next morning,
The sun shone brightly with its radiance,
its rays of awareness touched all inside and out of me.
I felt it.
The web was no longer around me.
I felt it.
I felt that peace.
I hope the awareness stays.
Vinegar,
the special sobber who sobbed while cleansing the dirt.
This time, it was on the spot to highlight the secrets uprooted to the surface.
And they sound very real and shocking.
Those looked like comforting lines, but never were.
They looked like they wanted to be in my zone to enjoy my company but those were just pretense and the fake lines knew very well how to knit me into the spiral of these lies of the web.
Thankfully,
I uttered a sigh of relief,
watching the vinegar clean the web.
You helped me with the grunt.
I felt the grunt.
Thank you for letting me describe you with words like light.
Thank you for this advancening.
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
So here I was getting ready for another cozy coffee day in my balcony with the company of fragrant and wonderful colored flowers.
I hip- hopped along with the rhythm of my coffee whisker to see if sipping this coffee would take me into any internal conversation or not.
I was softly happy...
I gazed at my coffee in the coffee mug in my hands, it felt a bit cold and bitter.
So I struggled to change its taste.
But that gleaming smile of yours, that I was trying to remember, made me feel that it wasn't about my coffee at all.
It was about me, inside me, and it softly played the following version:
O repeating play,
you keep showing your gesture of love
with so much love and kindness by wiping away the tears.
These moments bring us back together.
O better emotions, where do you come from? From a garden or from a wonderful heart?
So here, listening intently to the warmth of emotions, I felt that the light asked:
Dear griever, don’t you have time to keep up with supporting your feelings for the light?
The Griever responded: Aren’t you the only hope I have in my heart, so I don't want to give up.
The Light says: I am always embracing, just keep your heart open to feel me.
This music playing in my heart made the bitter emotions feel that they could easily blend with the warmth of genuine emotions expressed.
So I carefully tried to continue my inner monologue by asking, O meaningful experience,
could you please share any hopeful piece or note that has gone through some tough times in order to keep this bond stronger?
If there is any such piece, would you please rhyme and make music with it, so it could replay its tune forever and appear as a warm and dearly loved poem!
—some tiny versions help you settle with hope.
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Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 8:56 AM UTC
I talk about your pings of gazes...
that I look for in the deep paces of places or work.
But real bonding is missing.
Arguments are now a big mood.
One argument feels like piercing some piece of you.
Another argument feels as if it sits, glancing at your post-argument, and just one second settlement that one gains.
The third argument feels like it can't follow a new thing because it has its golden rescuing closed logic routing.
Do you know what it is? It says it doesn't want to follow a new thing because it hasn't followed it and has used a different process.
Another settlement residue just checks in to see if the ongoing process has caused any bubbling or rough surfaces.
But the bumps look all painted with these arguments.
So I feel bonding is missing.
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 9:44 AM UTC
I saw the mud inside me and thought about the emotions that were roaming around its specific mud spots, where they inspected the area around the spot they lived.
Among all these emotions, the strongest ones were anger and love.
So I took a magnifying glass to see the distance between them and to know what they were inspecting around their spots and why they were staring at each other.
I also felt the very silent whispers of the distance between them, whispering with the outer surface of each of their spots.
They looked like cool neighbors who wanted to know what was going on in each other's lives.
From above, I could see the love sour hanging and strolling around its spot, feeling good about its soft edges, and spreading an extra warm sprinkling around its spot, in the hope that if someone needs a little warmth, they can come and sit in my verandah that's cured.
Next, I wanted to see what anger sour was doing in its spot. I found anger sour deeply thinking about a decision to give up its anger and to see if the soft edges would feel strange if it touched their spot. I saw anger sour courageously wanting to decide to diminish, for the soft edge to hold its ground on its own without its harshness.
So anger sour walked towards the love sour's spot.
And then I saw the weather changing inside.
It felt very cold, as if the sourness wanted to know if any self-doubt had created both of these angles... so it wanted to take a dive in this cold air to figure things out.
It wanted to see if any irritating story existed that caused a helpless hook.
I saw the signal boards that alerted me back to the indents that made me feel bad, where I was served the dismissiveness for my genuine nature.
Feeling the awkwardness and the helpless nature of the receiving end, my system began to understand the uncomfortableness I started sensing from that incident.
So the quiet, reliable inside system—what did it do later on? It started making a route from where it wanted to discharge this uncomfortableness and dislikeness from the system.
I looked at the corners by switching on the light. I saw it never picks the faces it likes to discharge the uneasiness, because for discharging this dislikeness it always picks up the figures it doesn't want to associate with. For example, placing the uncomfortable incident on the top seen place, making it an unbearable thing to digest. And despite a temporary placement, it started to increase the uneasiness in oneself again.
I started looking at the quiet corners of my heart; they all were feeling this uneasy air and were giving a distressing look from all the corners. So the process brought the same distasteful figures in my dream and activated the stored emotions that once felt unfair to me.
So the anger sour and love sour looked at each other and tried to know what was bothering underneath.
What will happen next, they thought.
It started feeling uneasy and bad. So much uneasiness filling up the entire air inside. Then I stopped and said—
I will always remain ahead of you.
I won't let myself slip into this helplessness state.
I won't give up.
I said this to myself.
And a little later, the uneasiness left.
So what should happen to the feelings of uneasiness that got spilled out in the way of their discharge? The routes look messy now.
It is okay, I patted my chest—
I am okay,
It will be okay.
Take your time.
Nothing will happen.
Trust me.
Ouch, said the test alerting system—she has activated her immune thoughts.
Maybe I should push back the same incident. It may poke her and we can test if she failed or not.
Don't worry darling, I am with you—I patted my chest again! It will pass, it needs a way out to go, let it pass. You will be okay.
Oh... oh... oh—
"I am sensing a frenzy state—
I am flushing out,"
said the test alerting system.
She got it! The sourness was also cleaned.
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 7:40 AM UTC
The corner edge that speaks for your dignity makes sense.
I shifted to the L angle of the wall and saw the broken window of my home,
with the faulty sealants and cements of crass and betrayal that looked completely shattered and broken from the window.
The dust made sense to me while cleaning up the mess.
I didn't feel bad about taking off the entire remaining waste that fell on the same platform slab of that window.
Does it all make sense to me?
The lower bud of my eyes that fell on the enigmatic colors of yellow and pink of the flowers cheering in the garden across my window
filled my blind spot with some left meaning and maybe covered the hindsight around me as well, that covered the soft glowing rays of the sun on the wall and an unsettled little candle. So my blind spots were covering my awareness regarding all these areas.
I don't wish to carry the same old structures,
especially the ones that are used for one’s benefit without considering the emotions of others.
Did my space pull any of the uninvited attention and intentions?
But if the attention is pulled, is that my fault? And what about the intentions?
How can I be responsible for someone else's intentions?
Oh, will I bear the fruits of their good actions?
Let my leaf letters carry this.
I can move to the next then.
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Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 7:55 AM UTC
When we see each other,
When we are in front of each other,
It is easy to communicate and stay in touch for sure.
And all the moments are very warm.
But days later,
Years later,
We route to different worlds, to different ways to pursue our aspirations and careers.
The warm moments still stay cutely in our hearts.
Seeing each other and happily saying goodbye.
After some time,
Some days,
A few months,
I still want to talk,
But I am not in touch.
And the situation and moments do not allow the ease of keeping in touch like before.
So,
Years later,
The memories want to talk, but there are no moments to share.
So feelings remain, and the heart says,
Dear one, when you come, come along with your sweet and dear ones, closest to you.
I want to sing a happy song for you that's happy for you. I want to create a safe space for you that's comfortable for you.
So, dear one, wouldn't you just drop in along with your special ones to say hi, in this special place that's sealed with a comfortable space just for you?
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Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 3:40 AM UTC
O emotional one,
Won't you talk to me?
Is your lavender heart tired?
Is your brokenness feeling the edges of a soft hue?
O quiet verandah,
Don't you want to dodge this sun's beauty on your skin today?
Did it not tell you that you have quietly become mature in your undertone of faithfulness?
Tell me, my quiet lilac.
Do you feel some sadness in not being able to say what you want to say?
O serenading space of the sky,
Do you feel it's alright if you can't always say what you truly want to say?
Does my grace heart want to understand some sadness? What is it?
The grave heart wants to know.
Do you have some color of the water?
Give it to me.
It soothes me and quenches my thirst.
Is there some sadness that I am yet to understand?
O warm beige,
Give a little cry.
It is okay. Everything will be fine.
A sweet hug to you.
Here is my warm poem to you.
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Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 3:39 AM UTC
What is in these tears
that write poems?
What is in these tears that strive to express
things beautifully?
What is in these tears
that these passing years have been trying to accumulate?
What is in the feelings of attachment
that puts you in a state and also encourages you to uplift yourself?
What is in attachment?
Without having any attachment,
aren't you also always appearing?
Earlier, it was you.
Today, it is you.
Won't you be there with me?
A glance of sorrow holds the pearls of pleading life..
The attachment seems to be something more now. Is it?
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Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC