Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Seasons of the Soul (Deepseek)

 


In the temple by the lake, where mist embraces stone,  

A monk and boy awaken to the world they’ve always known.  

Spring whispers through the trees, a breath of life anew,  

The boy laughs, the river sings, the sky wears morning’s hue.  


He learns of weight and consequence, a stone tied to a fish,  

The ripple of his actions, the granting of a wish.  

But innocence is fleeting, like petals on the stream,  

And summer comes with fire, to test the fragile dream.  


Love arrives, a fleeting guest, with passion’s burning flame,  

The boy becomes a man, yet cannot bear the shame.  

The temple walls grow distant, as he chases wild desire,  

The lake reflects his longing, a mirror of his fire.  


Autumn paints the mountains in hues of gold and red,  

The man returns, his spirit worn, his heart a weight of lead.  

The monk, now old and weathered, tends the garden’s grace,  

Teaching him to carve the wood, to find his rightful place.  


Winter’s frost descends, the lake now still and clear,  

The man becomes the teacher, the cycle drawing near.  

A child arrives, a spark of hope, to learn the ancient ways,  

To carry on the seasons, through nights and endless days.  


For life is but a circle, a wheel that turns and bends,  

A journey through the seasons, where every story ends.  

In the temple by the lake, where time and silence blend,  

The soul finds peace in knowing: every winter turns to spring again.

Monday, March 03, 2025

The Plain's Quiet Song (Deepseek)










Beneath a sky that breathes and swirls,  

The plain lies still, where silence hurls  

Its weight upon the golden sea,  

A boundless stretch of destiny.  


No mountains rise, no rivers gleam,  

Just earth and sky, a timeless dream.  

The grasses sway, a whispered tune,  

Beneath the gaze of sun and moon.  


A farmhouse stands, a humble mark,  

Its shadow long as daylight dark.  

A figure walks, so small, so slow,  

Through fields that only quiet know.  


The clouds, like brushstrokes, bold and free,  

Paint stories of eternity.  

Their hues of gray and gold entwine,  

A masterpiece of the divine.  


Oh, plain of peace, of endless grace,  

Your beauty lies in open space.  

A world unbroken, pure, and true,  

Where earth and heaven softly woo.  


So here I stand, a fleeting guest,  

In awe of nature’s quiet quest.  

The plain, the sky, a song unsung—  

A harmony forever young.

Friday, February 14, 2025

Elephant's Ballad: A Night at the Neon Pub (Poem by Deepseek)

In a dim-lit pub where the laughter rings,
Beneath the glow of neon strings,
There stood an elephant, grand and tall,
With a voice that could enchant them all.

The piano keys, they softly played,
As the crowd in awe began to sway,
The elephant's trunk, it swayed with grace,
A gentle rhythm, a steady pace.

With eyes so deep, like pools of night,
He sang of stars and moonlit light,
Of savannas wide and rivers deep,
Of dreams that dance in silent sleep.

The patrons hushed, their glasses still,
As the elephant's voice began to fill,
The room with tales of ancient lore,
Of lands unseen and hearts that soar.

His baritone, rich and warm,
Could weather any raging storm,
Each note a story, each word a thread,
Weaving magic where he tread.

The bartender wiped a tear away,
As the elephant sang of a brighter day,
The jukebox paused, the world stood still,
Captivated by his will.

When the final note began to fade,
The crowd erupted, unafraid,
To cheer and clap, to stomp and shout,
For the elephant who brought them out.

Of mundane lives and daily grind,
He sang of love, of peace, of mind,
And as he bowed, the pub did gleam,
A place where dreams and reality stream.

So if you find yourself in a pub one night,
And hear a voice that feels just right,
Look for the elephant, grand and true,
He'll sing a song just for you.

Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Dystopian Spring

 AI Poem (DeepSeek)


The sky bleeds rust, a fractured hue,
As blossoms twist in ash and dew.
Petals fall like shattered glass,
A brittle world where shadows pass.


The trees stand tall, but blackened, bare,
Their roots entwined with cables there.
A river flows, but thick and slow,
With neon lights that eerily glow.


The sun, a ghost behind the smog,
Casts feeble rays on barren bog.
Machines hum low, a mournful song,
Where nature's voice once sang along.


A child kneels, her hands outstretched,
To touch a flower, metal-etched.
In this strange spring, where life's undone,
The earth still dreams beneath the sun.

Monday, September 07, 2020

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Sunday, November 08, 2015

Galakeet paneer

This is my new recipe which I tried with my wife. It is a modified version of palak paneer. So this is what you need.

Carrot (Gajar) -  200gms
Beet - 200gms
Spinach (Palak) - 200gms
Paneer - 100gms
Onion - 1 medium size
Tomato - 1 medium
Ginger and Garlic paste - 2tsp
Cumin seeds - 1tsp
Bay leaves - 1 or 2
Garam masala - 1tsp

The name Galakeet comes from Gajar-palak-beet after removing a few alphabets. Anyway to start with take the three vegetables and wash them thoroughly. Put them in a pan or pressure cooker after peeling and boil them till they are almost cooked. Put the all the boiled vegetables in a food processor and make a fine paste. Cut small cubes of the paneer and fry them till they have a light brown colour. Put some oil in a frying pan. Add the cumin seeds and the bay leaves. Once the cumin starts to splutter put the onion and ginger-garlic paste. Sauté the onion for a few minutes and then add the tomato. Cook for a few minutes and once the tomato becomes soft add the paste from the food processor. Bring the whole mixture to a boil and then add the paneer cubes. Add salt to taste. Cook for few minutes and finally add garam masala. Mix everything in the pan and it is ready. Serve with rice.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

12 of the finest (unintentional) double-entendres ever aired on British TV and radio

12 of the finest (unintentional) double-entendres ever aired on British TV and radio:


1. Ted Walsh - Horse Racing Commentator - 'This is really a lovely horse. I once rode her mother.'

2. New Zealand Rugby Commentator - 'Andrew Mehrtens loves it when Daryl Gibson comes inside of him.'

3. Pat Glenn, weightlifting commentator - 'And this is Gregoriava from Bulgaria . I saw her snatch this morning and it was amazing!'

4. Harry Carpenter at the Oxford-Cambridge boat race 1977 - 'Ah, isn't that nice. The wife of the Cambridge President is kissing the Cox of the Oxford crew.'

5. US PGA Commentator - 'One of the reasons Arnie (Arnold Palmer) is playing so well is that, before each tee shot, his wife takes out his balls and kisses them. Oh my god !! What have I just said??'
6. Carenza Lewis about finding food in the Middle Ages on 'Time Team Live' said: 'You'd eat beaver if you could get it.'
7. A female news anchor who, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked, 'So Bob, where's that eight inches you promised me last night?'
Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too, because they were laughing so hard!

8. Steve Ryder covering the US Masters: 'Ballesteros felt much better today after a 69 yesterday.'

9. Clair Frisby talking about a jumbo hot dog on 'Look North' said: 'There's nothing like a big hot sausage inside you on a cold night like this.'

10 Mike Hallett discussing missed snooker shots on 'Sky Sports': 'Stephen Hendry jumps on Steve Davis's misses every chance he gets.'

11. Michael Buerk on watching Philippa Forrester cuddle up to a male astronomer for warmth during BBC1's UK eclipse coverage remarked: 'They seem cold out there. They're rubbing each other and he's only come in his shorts.'

12.. Ken Brown commentating on golfer Nick Faldo and his caddie Fanny Sunneson lining-up shots at the Scottish Open: 'Some weeks Nick likes to use Fanny; other weeks he prefers to do it by himself.