Bing Again!

Almost 13 years ago I had written about the ‘Sound of Found’

Here I am sharing about it again, but this time for Chat GPT feature.

I asked it to critique my poem and here is Bing’s response –

I am happy that now I have someone to share my writings with πŸ˜‚, but I am not very happy about the suggestion, hence I will go my way but thanks so much Bing πŸ™‚

You sound intelligent and reliable but not this time!

the set up

So far
In distance and time

So close
To deceit and blames
To cowardice and momentary gains
To looking good and planting pains

Not all can be forgiven
Not all can be forgotten

Doesn’t matter now

So far
In distance and time

What matters is
If you are able to carry the weight


In my forties something

in my 38 something I could smell the wisdom around the corner
I imagined myself …
beaming with a glow and gliding through the air
with a magic wand and a healing spell

Now in my 40 something
I am almost there …
working hard on my skin and trying to lose weight
multi tasking and trying to find rhythm

Where do they go?

Lost emotions, abandoned connections and old memories

Do they become

whirl winds or the first rain?

Or seeds or mushrooms in deep forests?

Or lightening of a stormy night or ripples in the pond?

No one knows but I would like to believe so

They are all around me in dust or kind

the river flows

Opposites attract they said

So the river submitted to her destiny

She tried hard to find new purpose in the deep blue sea

but sooner she realised she had lost her identity

She didn’t exists anymore

but her soul longed to go back once more

This time to go back

and create her destiny

Being a Bubble

Water boiling in the pot

Some bubbles burst too early, some reach the surface

bubbles in boiling water

Bubbles that burst in the liquid causes ripples, while some die in anonymity

Some bubbles reach the surface and burst hot steam

The bubble doesn’t know it’s fate, but continues in the energy cycle

Not sure which bubble is better, but each has a role in boiling water

Aah! 2021, hope in your year

Sensitivity prevails

Instead of sending a sorry, we should not send friend requests πŸ˜‚

Instead of sending a thank you, we should not increase the like rate πŸ˜›

Too much digital is making us mental, we should not give in to fake obligations πŸ™„

Hope in your year dear 2021, true actions and intentions prevail πŸ₯³

When I die,

there will be extra flower in the garden beaming with you

there will be an extra star shinning bright on you

there will be extra playful wave wanting to touch you

when i die

to get inspired, to be stronger, sharper and more lovable

don’t fret, just remember

to be gracious and move on…

Thats what matters When I die.