Ne plus ultra
Sitting in the lap of my mother
I wished if I could walk like others
I began to walk and take the steps
Also my wish got to move ahead
I couldn't enjoy the warmth of wool
Watching siblings, wished for school
Caught the speed then, wish trade
Struggle for decade for good grades
Rivaling class fellows to be the proctor
Pursuing the career, aimed for doctor
Wishes so far kept on getting fulfilled
Instead to stop, it aggravated the drill
Holding the degree, began to sob
When would I get a marvelous job
Time passed with the length of week
An interview call and I was to seek,
A post that all my peers would admire
Only this much wasn't the thing entire
It began to rain coins in my bank account
Stars that the couples on riverbank count
Was the next wish to bloom in heart
What has been in mind, it was apart
This too came true and over was wait
With elders' consent, chosen was mate
Year flew with echoes of laughter
Wished and born to us, a daughter
Until then making wish became a habit
Which kept on swirling my mind, static
Relations one can, but habit, he can't shun
Next of the wish was to parent a son
Till so far my daughter had grown
She's to nurture with seeds I'd sown
Previously for self, and now for her
Circle restarted for a person another
Same whatever I'd ever wished for
Name, fame, love, money and power
Once I'd harvested, for the time once again
Planted the roots and another crop began
Life is an ocean with breaths as wave
Only it stops when the edge is grave
NE PLUS ULTRA is though a treasure,
buried for alive
In depth of death, the seeker is required
to dive
© captainfatimahabiba
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NE PLUS ULTRA
1 : the highest point capable of being attained : acme
2 : the most profound degree of a quality or state
Writing is a miracle born out of some accident, once you start doing it, then it begins to happen later.
Despite of the very tough routine , I cannot keep myself apart from playing with words... bear me -
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Kọ́ wa bí a ti ń kaye ọjọ́ wa dáradára, kí àwa ba à lè fi ọkàn wa sípa ọgbọ́n. psalm 90 vs 12 (Yorùbá)
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
365 days marks a new chapter in a man's life, it marks an additional year to our years on earth as well as a year closer to the grave, so always appreciate and celebrate the moments you get to relieve this special day
️️pensup
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Submitting under #cees_dsm_chall by the recently entitled captain of the ship we are sailing on❤
ALLUSION
»» There's someone in my head but it's not me , from challenged piece
»» "for the reason unknown" is an expression (symbolizing #absurdity ) from Samuel Beckett's play, WAITING FOR GODOTLUNACY in FANCY
Once in a month, week or day
Turns my smile in utter dismay
Among the crowd, self is alone
Happens this for the reason unknown
Discussions with dad carry on
Evening tea is taken in lawn
Siblings perform the daily fight
Until sees mom with glare of fright
Sun keeps to rise and set in west
Day consumes in making better, best
Night too approaches on its turn
Lunacy in lunar light, more I earn
Vision leaves mind, eyes deny to see
There's someone in my head but it's not me
Not in harmony with whom I think I am
It exerts a power to make me feel damn
Brings me into a state, sympathetic
None can empathize, it's pathetic
Finding no rescue, anywhere outside
Finally I return to this enemy inside
Who is whatever but needs not words
To listen to my anxiety like this world
The words I guess it never seeks
Not only to hear but also to speak
Thus I vent my anguish loud & clear
Since it's dumb, secrets too I share
Eventually it makes me feel like master
Whose servant only knows to say, yes sir
So the inside storm remains inside
Once again I sprout to flourish outside
© captainfatimahabiba
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The VICTORY SPEECH
Million's eyes from crowd watch
A single sight at the stage
Thinking alas it could be us
Standing under spotlight's cage
Million's ears from crowd hear
A single sound from the stage
Thinking alas it could be us
Speaking what's on his page
Million's nose from crowd sniff
A single fragrance from the stage
Thinking alas it could be us
Wearing perfumes of high wage
Million's tongue from crowd say
A single cheer for one on stage
Thinking alas it could be us
Posing smiles and not rage
Million's hands from crowd join
For single man on the stage
Thinking alas it could be us
Deserving applause from every age
Every sense of each of them
Seems submerged in something same
Seeking the universe to conspire
Same luck as his that earned fame
Alas they see his present only
Minding not to mind his past
Mirroring their future in his present
Want it all to happen fast
But it's only he on stage who knows
The price he paid to stand there
When his self took him vows
Rest for a moment, he won't dare
Sun burns bought him spotlight
Sweat was price for this fragrance
Slaps he got to purchase claps
Scolding bought him appraise
// Silence bribed the tongues
to beseech
And finally earned him the
VICTORY SPEECH //
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Submitting under #cees_rise_chall by one of the most creative MirakeanYes I Fall in love to Rise above hatred
Sometimes it'd been home
Quarreling with my sisters
And then I began to roam
Venting out my inside twister
Sometimes it'd been school
Arguing with my fellows
And then I began to cool
Diving deep in mind shallow
Sometimes it'd been college
Battling the monster of academics
And then I began to seek knowledge
Practicing the art of dramatics
Sometimes it'd been virtual
Minding one sided claims
And then I began to see it mutual
Owing a share in blames
Still continued is rise and fall
Moving my life, so still
Peak is emblematic of downfall
Zenith arrives again until
Problems themselves know to fix
Not in fancy I merely dwell
If needle of clock comes not down
for six
How could it rise to struck the
twelve ?
Yeah I fell and I shall fall
but in love's ocean
To rise above the thundering
sky of hatred
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The WHITE takes me into its
spiritual shelter
The BLACK fills my occasions
with elegance
The VIOLET I prefer but not
when violent
The INDIGO , when with trends
I am to go
The BLUE enjoys my likeness
quite true
The GREEN , my favourite in
the Natural scenes
The YELLOW , is seen by tongue
in mango
The ORANGE , tickles bud with
its tangy tinge
The RED , when anger makes
the senses dead
© captainfatimahabiba
Image credits to the rightful sourceI am a tale breathing in the
air of poetry
Tercets in hues of seven
rainbow colours
With black and white serving
the ends as couplets
Present the genre of twenty
three shades of my so far life.
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Word Prompt:
Write a 8 word micro-tale on Distance(Distance)
The heart
It DOES break..
With
Apathetic
Distance..
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Modifying my long ago written piece for #poets_pen_for_peace challenge.
Keep penning, stay peaceful ❤Poets Pen for Peace
You abuse my art
You scoff my goal
It breaks my heart
It aches my soul
Money, it may not earn
Status may not elevate
Emptiness of mind it burns
To enter, the devil hesitates
A thousand logics of utilitarian
Pockets vomiting out currency
Can't fancy charms to a librarian
Whose books ease him in urgency
Keep this gold, do owe all wealth
Leave me to my fate
At end of day, compare the health
And pleasure whose is mate
//Though we writers ink few, or
do we write a thousand piece
Ink extinguishes the fire of hatred
Because Poets pen for Peace//
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Image credits to the rightful source. purplish dusky sky is an emb-
lem of the glory & glamour
wrapped inside tiny stars
that twinkle as to wink
the one staring at th-
em to welcome to
fancy kingdom
which Filter$
impossible
wishes &
makes th-
em come
true until
invasion
of dawn.
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It was going to be a year since her surname switched from father's to her husband's and both were spending the best days where she was particularly blessed with ignorance.
The couple performed a ritual on every Wednesday (the day they wedded) where she sung him a self written lovely narration and he praised her with clap and kiss. Not single time she missed to recall the time when she hesitated to marry a businessman who is straight in his matters while she used to swirl in swings of her words and poetry and her mother got her agreed by saying that
//MIRACLES do happen in the world we live, my sweetheart and she surrendered before the argument.
Who knows it's not the writer always who sees the fiction as a probable fact.//
But she had begun to believe in miracles when she used to hear the applause and appraisal of her husband when she chanted the verses of sonnets.
//To be loved is good
To be respected, better
and the best is to be understood, she thought with a puff of gratitude.//
This Wednesday was going to be celebrated in lieu of their first wedding and anniversary and she could be seen breathing a blended air of panic and pleasure for she wanted to make the celebration somewhat special.
The black of sky turned into blue and with the hit of tik of clock, the couple opened the eyes into the second year of their married life. Both greeted each other on the breakfast table and before leaving for office since business knows nothing but profit, he enquired if she had some plans to celebrate at home to which she replied ,
"Yes darling you will probably be having the best Piece , tonight."
She had been composing a poetic tale in which she tried to embed the beads of the memories they made together so far. Blue sky turned into sunny gold while she was sitting on the table with her fingers automatically moving on the paper until it was afternoon when she marked the full stop. She hurried to the kitchen to have something ready for dinner as well and therefore after putting chicken inside the oven, she rushed to the dressing room to ornament her beauty.
Finally the wait was over and the door opened welcoming the arrived husband with bouquet.
With no more further delay, she uncovered the dishes and served him a platter and began to sing the #surprise_piece . He was totally submerged and she was quite happy watching him enjoying with such calmness, smile and silence. It got over with the length of half an hour and she could not wait any longer to hear the response when he hold her in arms to cut the cake saying,
" You speak the truth my darling, it surely was the best, I cannot estimate worth of your fingers who seem to owe the magic, the entire was good but I will never forget the taste of that #LEG_PIECE that was the centre of taste and flavour, you cook the best."
and then he cut the cake with her hands in his which she could sense as knife moving on her vein. He cut a slice and took to her mouth which whispered with her eyes having a question
"but those kisses and ....??" to which he replied
" oh yes my dear , how can I ignore the beauty of your lips that tempt me every Wednesday."
"That day the voice of her mother saying MIRACLES echoed back to her as #MISHAPS do happen in the world we live, my dear"
Disillusionment brings the tragic implications and what else could be more tragic for a writer whose #LITERARY_PIECE has been a badly failed rival of some #CHICKEN_PIECE."
//to be hated is bad
to be disgusted is worse
but the worst is when you misunderstand and misunderstood, she thought for the last time, heaving a sigh of compromise.//
©captainfatimahabibaThe Piece
Strings of her heart,
tugged with his brain
//She is Poetry,
finds escape in fiction.
He is Prose, so
straight in diction.//
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BECAUSE I OWE THE RIGHT TO WRITE WHAT IS RIGHT
I write
to recall my past
to preserve my present
to dream my future
I write
to celebrate victory
to mourn the failure
to stay motivated
I write
to acknowledge the best
to criticize the worst
to record my protest
I write
to win the art
to never lose hope
to carry on
I write
to feed my strength
to starve my fears
to stay light
I write
//to exercise my RIGHT to WRITE what is RIGHT.//
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It's around 23 times by now since 9-11-1996 that I've experienced the frosted dew of December, that I've seen the blooms of April, that I've tried to squeeze the long days of blazing June with the tang of mangoes and that I've stimulated my auditory canal by walking on the crumbled dry amber leaves of October.
Throughout this life so far, I have been developed and devastated periodically and with a certain clicks of transformation, by now I stand with multitude of emotions and points of view.
Many came, much happened a lot I did to consume myself that owes almost an equivalent proportion of good, bad and average. But somewhere something remained constant with variable someones that the introduction made me sit on the chair of
C
Y ( a person who is centre of
N
O attention or talk).
S
U
R
E , and the imagination bee created a massive comb in heart that dripped the drops of expectations but which hasn't lasted for so long and the reality hunted and chopped it down causing,
G
H
(Sudden end of O
contact with S
someone without T
any explanation)' I
N
G. But it's not the end since every ending is a new beginning and so is continued here. Though this breathing monument of 5.4 ft has reached its final size and the construction is over but yet not the process of renovation!
// Inside me, there is situated a colossal museum with the memories hung on its walls that echo whatever has been mine once, the laughters, the sobs, the applause, the condolences and the still continued expectations, plans and dreams. //
Various entities like family, friends and fellows kept on switching the ears to my voice and my gratitude still accompanies them like a ghost never mind yet it seems that I almost remained wrong in making the right choices until I met my PEN that by listening to me, itself becomes my voice thus truly becoming my
T
R (A trusty, honest
U
E fellow).
P
E
N
N
Y.
// My pen is actually another me who records my state to preserve myself.//
It made me a soldier in the army where pen fights, defends and attacks instead of the sword. It made me an inhabitant of a galaxy of #M_I_R_A_K_E_E that emits the radiating light of
M
E (to do something with soul,
R creativity or love, to put
A yourself in it).
K
I.
© captainfatimahabibaMy PEN, my TRUEPENNY
Semi autobiography
(Read the Caption)
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Though I written it months ago but it suits today the most to re-present it under #wwyschallenge by one of my top favorites, no other than the love bird @shegram , do give it a try to contribute in spreading verbal peace at least.... here's my humble entry
Neither I was Pakistani nor
I was an Indian
Since the start, till the end;
I was & will be Sapien
What use of that Reason
if brings it not the peace
War gave glory momently,
not for good to Greece
Think we far, plan we huge and
know we not the truth
When,Where,How the eyes shall
close & body gone crude
For the reason unknown,
our Globe is burning
Is all that hatred our
advancement's earning?
©captainfatimahabiba
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One shouldn't be recognizing an artist merely through the lenses of paints, colours, brushes, swirling the lines to draw some painting or twisting the words to produce a rhyming philosophy or performing some stunning stunt in front of camera or uttering the borrowed words on stage or something beyond or back the scene.
Rather it needs to be cross introspective in order to plant every plant of the garden named, ART.
//at first it's not something to be learned, acquired or taught but inherited, it is breathed in our breaths. //
>>A new born baby is an artist in his own unique way, his single art of #crying to get him everything.
>>A toddler's art of random #babbling surpasses the art of mature oration for being so pure so cute so natural.
>>An infant's art of #discovery opens to him the doors of immeasurable joy.
>>A kid's art of making innocent #excuses unfolds the ways to get escaped.
>>A teenager's art to #feel is the beauty of youth indeed.
//but then inheritance begins to get replaced by earning the learning...//
When ,
» » a girl begins to learn the art of #hiding fears.
» » and a boy learns the art to #overcome his.
» »a woman begins to learn the art of #comprising her wishes.
» »and a man to #adjust his needs.
and it continues by preaching and practising and empathizing various arts of life that one finally learns the #art_to_live but the bell rings and the chapter and class gets over forever.
//Life is too short to live.
So stop judging and start appreciating.
Being artists we can never be perfect being differently oriented.
But being heARTists , let's give a collective try to master this art of leading the hearts.//
© captainfatimahabiba
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Perfumed air of Spring
Ripened crops of summer
Autumn wearing the gold
Tales in nights of winters, told
Mere this is not the life, my dear
But these are only short breaks
So that you simply don't quit
The long struggle continued;
In cruel April of Spring
Bearing Summers' scorching Sun
Listening to scolding scape of Autumn
In haunting silence of Winters
Seeing the Sun on Sky,
Superstars on earth
Many begin to pray
To prey the central space
But how to pity on silly heads
Who somehow become the center,
Not of shine of success and gain
But of sympathy for loss n pain
Just like that one victory
One struggles for, taste sweetest
Failure when fails to end itself,
Squeezes the utmost bitterness
Life, we try to cage in words
Like the poets drip in rhymes
It's secrecy but flies like birds
Staying a mystery over times
// When true nectar one begins to get
River of life meets bank of death
With everything yet nothing to show
When we've learned, we all have to go//
© captainfatimahabibaWhen we've learned, we all have to go
Life, we try to cage in words
Like the poets drip in rhymes
It's secrecy but flies like birds
Staying a mystery over times
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O DREAMS!
O DREAM thy lurking shadow
Keeps outside serene like meadow
The moment eyes let you go
Inside stands a huge tornado
On your land to one's surprise
Owes a plot each dumb & wise
No caste color, no height size
Fear to fail nor lust for prize
Flavour distinct in every age
Enriches soul in body's cage
Affording your ride bothers not wage
Worths gold currency an empty page
O DREAM thy only presence
Paints despair with holy essence
Makes death bed Thorne, your experience
Nights appear bright in your fluorescence
© captainfatimahabiba
#ME_Zzzzz_and_MOM
Vibration of alarm with its disastrous effect earthquaked my still pillow just when the pioneering rays of sun were breaking into my windows like the robbers, keeping an eye on the sleep in my eyes so that they could snatch it off to pour the drops of reality.
The strength of mind can't be challenged since for Milton, it has the power to make a heaven and hell of its own but when you are on the mercy of your sleep, body cannot resist the attractions and distractions. So with the final hit of doorbell, I woke up after a sleep of 10 hours with an over exhausted body.
How could a sleeping body be tired?
In case when mind is awaken in dreams
Yeah, I too, hadn't been resting for a moment in my dreams for last few nights, with a seldom switch to nightmares when the serene roads of Edinburgh suddenly turned into dusky plains of Nagasaki with a sudden explosion which actually was the pressure cooker on stove my mom put while making breakfast.
How strange is the connection between the things going on outside and the ones happening inside....sometimes I wonder if one could direct his own dreams by setting the settings around....
//The best thing about dreaming is delimitation, perhaps. Isn't it more than awesome not to be chained to values or logic, but only what pleases you?//
Well everyone of us has an outside force influencing our post-dreams state.... my force I mean person for most of the time is my mom.... since she keeps on staring at me regardless of my closed eyes just to vent her silent anguish at my late hour sleep.....until finally her patience ends and my day begins;)
Since my primary talk is about the dreams so my angle to view my mama rotates with the degree of the dream/nightmate that she wakes me from....
»I affirm in her being the kindest creature when I find a narrow escape from barking dogs and a chasing dinosaur in her scold that seems the sweetest melody that time which has been able to vanish that haunting scene.
» but sometimes it about visiting so many places on sponsorship and achieving a scholarship when the loving hug of mom seems like a cruel arrest at the time of one's wedding that turns this leading lady to the cleaning lady:/
So here's your turn to take the flight to your dreams, to never stop dreaming , keep sleeping, because not everyone is insane like me to keep on dreaming with apparently open eyes:) Good Night Writers
© captainfatimahabiba
Bur I would feel happy to know your experience too;)
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"BLESSED IS THE ONE WHO HAS A RIGHT TO WRITE WHAT IS RIGHT." © captainfatimahabiba
Today exercising this right, once again I devoted some moments to dedicate a piece for the one who donated himself for the pedagogical services and has justified truly what a teacher means to be. Groping in the darkness of depression, one finds this evergreen soul to mentor and direct the impulse of change in the right direction. He not only owes skills in teaching literature but what's called a life, each of your student wears a crown of pride and gratitude being a part of your apprenticeship lineage, @shoaibmehmood , loads of PraYerS for you.It rather pauses the time for a
moment whenever it comes to
join the letters into words and
words
i.n.t.o
sente-
n ce s
to write for someone who him-
self masters the art to hold the
pen & split the ink on the page
t h a t
cond-
enses
i.n.t.o
pearls enclosed within the shell
of fine language that the literary
ocean engulfs to deepen itself.
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Since the clock of 2k19 struck 12
Covid-19
° ^ °
° |^ °
° || °
### 2019 ###
° °
° °
° ###### °
The heaviest year of my life began by ending many beings and things thought to be pleasant.
I don't know why and how I recorded some vibes in these words then,
JANUARY marks the start of year
Greeting the hopes, goodbye to fear
Got to change this thought my dear
Can't you see the drought so near?
Is it gonna be 20-thirsty?
Next to it in routine is FEBRUARY
Romance found in its dictionary
Got to bring some true missionary
Can't you see love pure is fictionary?
Is it gonna be 20-empty?
MARCH is third in chain
Ideas bloom in brain
Curse could come with gains
Can't you see the hidden pain?
Is it gonna be 20-misty?
Next it brings us APRIL
Cruel & Sweet it got labels
Roles are reversed in ancient fables
Can't you see that none is stable?
Is it gonna be 20-gusty?
Comes now month of MAY
Paves for some new ways
Legal became the Gays
Can't you see not same are days?
Is it gonna be 20-history?
JUNE we see at six
Pleasures could be mix
Temper it cannot fix
Can't you see the tricks?
Is it gonna be 20-musty?
Arrive then days of JULY
Skin so humid, throat so dry
Inner anxiety could make us cry
Can't you see that with your eye?
Is it gonna be 20-brusty?
AUGUST is next to receive
Sirens could be heard on eve
No room left more to deceive
Can't you see no sigh to relieve?
Is it gonna be 20-dumpty?
SEPTEMBER comes to bid summer
Hymns enchanted by the hummers
Effect produced could be of bummer
Can't you see alerting the drummer?
Is it gonna be 20-curiosity?
Near to end is then OCTOBER
Scenes if seen are found sober
No more gentle is he or her
Can't you see that wait is over?
Is it gonna be 20-rusty?
NOVEMBER is welcomed before to last
List of happenings seems too vast
Alas the glory left in past
Can't you see threats of blast?
Is it gonna be 20-crusty?
The last to touch is DECEMBER
Blue of sky turning into amber
Blind end present, no past to remember
Can't you see that life is gambler?
Is it gonna be 20-mystery?
Now since it's half 2020 past, it's really growing mysterious......
20-??
° > Corona
/
° / °
|
° | Economic Fall
|
¡¡¡??? 2k20. °
|
° | Racism
|
° | °
¿
Depression
A TALE OF TWO TWENTIES
(until half, so hard, so far)
It was the best of hopes
It is the worst of time
Savings swept with soaps
Bread, no more prime
It was to extend the territory
It is being locked inside home
Bankrupt stood bank and factory
Another gloom by every gloam
It was to discover the hidden
It is to escape from unseen
Economic giants turned debt ridden
Fighting whatever it has been
It was to store the drinking water
It is to save the dying breath
Scoffing seemed every laughter
Being an echo of some wrath
It was to fly above the sky
It is to hear the crash
Silenced every how and why,
The blood and bodies' trash
It was marked the worst of life
It is not the middle yet
Humanity and human still at strife
Blind to the eyes, wet
_____(((
»» //I don't want to say so but hope itself is lying on the ventilator, heaving the last sighs.... half is gone,but half is yet to come.... if it's not gonna be better, I pray it may also not get worse, Aameen//
© captainfatimahabibaHOPING AGAINST HOPE
#Corona
#plane_crash
#Racism
#Irfan_Khan
#George_Floyd
#Sushant_Rajput
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Before the comparison, let it be discussed a bit about what it is going to be. Its gonna be a least try to wordify what has been thought of by most of us for most of the times; an interaction of WAS & IS.
Current is taken as the motion of charges and so it is. Current is called so because of its dynamic nature and this is how one is quite justified in naming his up-to-date state as Current for his ever pulsating thoughts and the very next moment makes the previous one PAST by making it stagnant in order to grasp the never-owned FUTURE. Thats the twist indeed; man is a bouncy ball among three players (HAD, HAS & BE) but the interesting fact is that he remains beyond the possession of these three for being simultaneously a target of three. The past didnt, the present isnt waiting and the future wont. Man is smart enough to debate on the self-proposed philosophies but when it comes to the evaluation of his own self, he finds himself captured in the puzzle of 3-D time play, as currently feels I.
Now putting aside the universal idea (as I just mentioned above; debating the general observation, again trying to be philosophical..hehehe), let me think about THE CURRENT WE, the beings of 21st centurys second decades ending years. Why WE are no more THEY (predecessors)? WE are FAST; THEY were not.
BUT HOW??????? Yeah Yeah the fastness measured on the scale of technological advancement; I know but we do need to think even faster. Let this swiftness be viewed parallel wise with the sluggishness and then choose the better term for you to be entitled as.
THE CORPOREAL WE
Fast production
FAST consumption
= Fast Waning
THE LOVING WE
Quick attraction
Quick interaction
=Quick departing
THE SPIRITUAL WE
Gadgets construct
Gadgets instruct
= Heaven/Hell; a text msg apart
THE AWARE WE
Wider coverage
Wider discourage
= Ratings centered truth
THE SOCIAL WE
A list of Apps
A length of nap
= alienation
THE BRANDED WE
Latest volume
Latest costume
= Oldest Coffin
And the exact vice versa is the definition of the #Remote-THEY. Ahhhh here again we are left on the mercy of events.
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