All I could see the
first key is Esc.

Always!!

Why can’t we see
first key as KeeP.

He was pressing
Ctrl+Left arrow,

I kept pressing 
Ctrl+Right arrow.

We kept TAB(ing)
through those keys 
which never got
us closer.

Connection  were necessary


For connections to touch
yet leave them untouched.

Commands were
necessary
for alphabets and
numeric to dance.

I know

all is =

and

= is all

I won’t use
Ctrl+N again.
Though you can use it.

I know all
the Shortcuts
And You Know
all the Routes.

But this
LANGUAGE
doesn’t open
until you
COMMAND it.

So I thought
getting lost in your
LANGUAGE will
Ctrl+O doors
of feelings.

And I will
RETURN when you
SHIFT your OPTION

To
ENTER, as my ENTER key is always
waiting for you to ENTER.

Though I
feel you near
and far,
I am no
longer cold

I want your
attention,
though I'll
never ask.

Blood hearties only
remember
those gadgets who
keep their
memories alive and
this becames our
life’s-evidence.

I saw you on an island
And I try to remember,
“you” and “me"
submerging privacy 

Until then

I will build global privacy.
to walk in there
and Love you, All.

I will
secure check by
digital-certs at endpoints
before proceeding
lasting memories
the way it should be!

You are the
response
that would screen
and leverage my
multiple inputs.

___AI, ROBOTICS___
I am not a play string 
nor a puppet on string.

We are being planted
just as a support to skill,
just as an update for software
on virtual terminals

___HUMAN___

I am not a play string 
nor a puppet on string.

We are being planted
just as a human to kindness,
just as an update for our system
on life terminals

And when you decide me as your world,
And when you see me as your screen to trust
Every minute, Every hour
Shower droplets of visual love and touch target
To refurbish our love, time and again

Suit my personality like these
Clothes Suit there weather.

Suit my personality like those
thread suit their Weave.

I was wearing Screen Guard
to vision your tracks,
to touch those interactive lines,
by escaping those private eyes,
to the hub you belong, 
where blood hearties were
walking on lonely streets
on Tar-Way, 

I was right there
to read to you.

I was right there 

to see the style of
your text. 

traveled far to 
feel the colours of content,.

All On Digi-Way.

****! Making Love 
Out of VUI and GUI
Will Be Like Tickling You
Day And Night

Findings,
menu, commands,
controls and in it a
chip of solace.

Just Your Echo
That's getting smart
And powerful
every day, You Know!

Every Book Lies
Every Page Lies
Every Word Lies
Every Human Won’t Lie.

I'm lost in a smart speaker.
I’m lost within your compact design.

I’m lost when you enable voice forward.
I’m lost holding your button
press-to-talk.

I’m lost when you gear up for single
user experience.

I’m lost within your touch experience.
I’m lost with your five-way remote
interaction.

I’m lost touching your tap-to-talk
engagement.

I'm lost with no ends to these game.

And
I’m lost in this laminated soul of yours.

© Feelings Coated

You are the task
that would overwhelmingly
identify my voice range.

You are the response
that would screen
and leverage my multiple inputs.

I’m the header and footer
that would automatically work
across devices.

I’m are the hub
that would impact
all your on-the-go moves.

Considering this,
all I say is you are my E2E.

((E2E: Extended Experience trying to make Integrative))

© Feelings Coated

Going between devices
moving back and forth
to get this done,
shifting device to device,
to draw you digitally
and paint you physically.

Now leading to a
speculation,
to make it flow
from one device to next.
to make our extended
product risk scoring.

© Feelings Coated

I don't know what you prioritise.
I don’t know what is most important
content that I need to show!
I don’t know how to look visually
consistent across your programs.
I don’t know how to target your HUBs.
I don't know how to scale up.

All is

I'm lost with no signal of yours.
I'm lost on these distant and lone cords.
I’m lost with these no out-of-device
solutions.

Yet
I’m consistently scaling your
layout across devices to advance
the experience of your social class.

©Feelings Coated

Refusing to accept
stupid initiation, failing 
to stand by stupid techies
till perpetuity and this 

stupid tap-to-talk still webs
hardware and software of 
lame and naive stupid
buttons and clicks

that were resonating 
but blinded by denseness of 
the insight and out of sight, 
of foolish solace.

But 
somehow stupid techie, 
slithered, release sweetly,
uttered senselessly,
creating sensuous
Iconography.

© Feelings Coated

Your gentle touch
via single voice,
carried by AirMac,
reminds me of,
experiencing these
understanding
primarily depending
upon our interaction
as a partnership 
between you and air 
to triumph the 
technology that 
they say, "we can’t triumph-by."

©Feelings Coated

Mr. Siri made Alexa log-in
through procedures
utterly flawless
making her whirl
an inch above the floor
by typing her identity code
accounting her effortless slip
with her ballerina poses
to connect to his system
with a unique set of
symbols, alphabets, and number.
  
Feelings in the cord,
as ease on fire,
byte by byte,
a soft glow, beeps
saying, “login wasn’t successful.”
to correct her attempt
she enters again
and gains access to
multiaccess applications.

©Feelings Coated

Connecting the Unconnected

((Material, Bonds, Time...))

Soaked.

© Feelings Coated

An unwelcome surprise.

A photograph expresses
controlled puppet moment.

but

we will express through
uncontrolled flowing app’s.

© Feelings Coated

Hiding my pain from everyone,
I let my scream laugh.

Sun shines even though it
dances from
East to West.



© Feelings Coated

Your resistance
will just make my
dreams Irresistible.


© Feelings Coated

Tomorrow's promises
reside in the heart of
stalked past and present
DATA

© Feelings Coated

You are reserved
for my
My first start
My first way
My first chance
My first dance
My first kiss
My first half
My first wish
My first love
My first laugh
My first hug
My first heart
My first day
My first night
My first right
My first…

© Feelings Coated

With element of sparkling
words and nuclear reaction.

Whose controlled emotions will be
reflected in form goosebumps or
work in progress.

Trying to solute all the insoluble
just to form the intermolecular forces
of Attraction and Bonding.

We decide to
climb moments
by packing our bags.

And a city decides to
climb moments by
unpacking those emotions.

Buy what will last and not what you see.

And there is still-


"Dependence in Independence.”


© Feelings Coated

Alexa to Siri:

Your keyboard should be
declared as crime,
Every time I touch you,
I am in love."

© Feelings Coated

"Let your name alphabets loose 
to mingle with mine!’, Will you?

Your Display Hues

Your Touch Cues

Caught me,

In Loop

RAM to ROM

ROM to RAM.

© Feelings Coated

Her crisp vocals paint paths, long poised by me.

Her beauty is a reality where my ecosystem drives.

Her omnidirectional audio reads every touch and feels every string.

Her heart-bytes pump voltage in my device(veins).

Her smartness is a safe place, where I shut down.

© Feelings Coated

Siri, "Her Tinsel Setup

Tracing lines on my
Touchpad (palm),

For my cursor to
Touch(Click) Her.

© Feelings Coated

You make the journey unique.
With all those software
updates, controls,
commands, that safeguard.

But,
Once enabled
You don't remember
me because
everyone remembers you!

©Feelings Coated

Alexa: I’m Lost in the Smart Speaker.
Siri: I’m lost in the Laminated Soul.


Alexa: I’m lost within your touch experience.
Siri: I’m lost in your five-way remote interaction.


Alexa: I’m lost when you gear up  for a single user
experience.
Siri: I’m lost touching your tap-to-talk engagement.

©Feelings Coated

So our soul is-

Another usage in perfect usage,
Or
An emotional usage using a physical body,
Or
Is it a living context, living in a functionality,
Or
Hard-Drive experiencing myths of an era
in
Today, tomorrow and maybe our future.


©Feelings Coated

…And this voice is
waiting for a voice
to disable this voice

©Feelings Coated