What does being free in the digital world look like? Here’s my fork of John Lennon and Yoko Ono’s song Imagine, extending their utopian sense of freedom to digital technology. Imagine there’s no Meta, it’s easy if you try No copyright chains below us, above us
Hello again webmates! Below are some notable things I’ve read, written, and consumed lately. Click links you’re curious about—that’s what the Web is for. ☕️ Reading * The colors of my heart by Faiz Ahmed Faiz: A collection so good I can neither comprehend nor soak its intensity
Click for curiosity.
Android laptop, spacey updates, blogging meet, and more.
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* Inspired by NASA’s 404 page, and ESA’s 404 page too, I edited my space blog’s not found pages to show something nerdy and lunar themed: jatan.space/404/ 🕳️ * I watched Project Hail Mary this week, partly because of all the hype surrounding it. The movie was alright.
April is Global Poetry Writing Month. Everyone participating from around the Web is encouraged to write a poem a day, optionally based on each day’s prompt. It was my first time participating in this challenge. My goal was not to pen a poem a day for the sake of
Strip it down make no sound touch the truth feel its fruit Here brevity retorts on humanity with sobering clarity and bittersweet gravity Telling terse truths of our bare beings Here speaking skies and its lent hand and eyes make the Moon walk and its tides talk They preserve love
Original in Hindustani, as English transliteration and in देवनागरी, followed by an English translation (not as lyrical): Muskān Maa teri muskān Kaisi hain itni nādān? Ekdam saral si bacche jaisi Narm si behti huin nadiyon jaisi Chaandni si khilne vaalīn suraj ki kiranon jaisi Is muskurāhaṭ me naa
Bent, not broken twisted, not turned upside down dragged down, not drowned Trembled, not tamed or tattered weathered, not withered hurt, but holding up Agonized, but alive traumatized, yet tender lingered on, yet loving Agitated, yet aspiring exhausted, but full of ember burnt, but blazing. Notes: This poem is for
They care not because they have to but because they want to They converse not to reply but to listen They mediate not to tighten their connections but to save and foster existing ones They employ leverage not to be blatant but to be subtly considerate They accept your shortcomings
For every child that dares to dream and every spark of curiosity within For their bold endeavors in jest and that one kid’s flying quest Persist your passion to build their nest for the world rumbles them in unrest Swivel their failings with your empathy and rivet their pursuits
