Sunday, November 5


it rains
around the world
sleep welcomes
the dream, and 
enigmatic souls awaken
along the eternal shores
of destiny

Monday, November 3


something i was expecting last summer evening, you and the rain. the fragrance of earth showered with first drops of rain brought back childhood adventures in rain-jungles. the always mysterious boundaries set around a magnificent sunset never changes with age. then it was all gone, and you reached out to me. and the rest of the day was filled with jokes and laughter. those memories will haunt many ages, and then those too will wither away.

evening rain

my rendezvous with you. this life does not fail to reach and touch every single day. in those moments, it expands, fills space with passion to live. and you wake up everyday, to watch the first sunrise then to call me. days melt into night, same poetry resonates a new meaning every new day. your eyes, your passion lives in me.


Monday, May 26

of journeys

he picked up the coins, littered throughout the house. the collector has ended his life. what meaning has this coins for him now, each piece older than the other, and heavy in memories.

this was just another stop in his million year journey. shall he keep the coins to present to the collector at the end of his own journey?

of journeys

Friday, April 11

of life

you delve too deep, missing the magic of the sweet abandon, scattered along the surface of life

Thursday, February 27

many tomorrows

when everything around you seems for eternity
every hint of life, living forever in their dreams

Sunday, February 23

neutrino navigator

awaken, by the trails of light. far ahead, in each century, they lived forever. there were artifacts to be found, in different universes. having lost the feel of time, and sleep, we lie awake in edge cities, edging closer to the end of infinity.


Saturday, January 12


in the stillness of the night
beautiful music reverberates everywhere
we were gazing
stars along the mesmerizing fountain
of galaxies
above the Andean forests
cold warmth
writing memories for futures to come

greatest years of our lives

Friday, January 4


probably the fervor in finding these magnificent lives were lost when we found them strewn along the edges of time, having long forgotten their beginnings, their memory of origin eaten by aging time.

receding seas
lost evenings.

Wednesday, August 15

on work

its been a while since i've written about work. work is good, been seeing a lot of improvements in experience, tool usage and client coverage. as expected the introduction of machine translation (MT) had some affect on overall job volume. at the same time, google translate didn't really kill the translation and localization industry. i believe now, it will never be able to reach the sufficient level of AI to produce flawless auto translation. language will remain truly a human skill, being able to fit the context and climate of use. a machine, will forever remain a machine regardless of the level of sentience achieved, in not being able to manipulate the outcome of MT to the multilayered level of user acceptance, of the respective field and in general, to suit the evolving human language itself.

just my thoughts.


it rains around the world sleep welcomes the dream, and  enigmatic souls awaken along the eternal shores of destiny