Blood carries complete data of a living being. Data keeps flowing and changing by updating itself.
Even urine, sweat, saliva, sputum, poop carries very vital data.
On a larger platform living beings become data themselves when they come and go on this mother earth. Here also data keeps moving.
Rivers flow constantly and carry complete data of the mountains ,minerals, river bed and these can be processed to reveal the minute details of the terrain / land it passes through.
When crowd moves , crowd itself becomes the data for analysis of the temper of the mood and intention of the crowd.
Trafic moves and it is a live data of the city lanes , civic sense of the public of that populace.
Children going ang coming from schools are very good data to analyse their future blooming in the hands of their schools.
Same way hospitals carry a large data to reveal their treatment, success rate , behaviour of their staff etc.
Exhaust of an engine gives the data about health of the engine. Chimneys, industrial waste of industries reveal their contribution to the pollution.
Even household garbage carries data of the family living in that house.
We can say which makes thing/ system run is a data nothing else.
It's high time now to deep dive and analyse these data and the reports must be made public.
Even politicians are a wonderful data for forecasting the future of the nation.
There are many tools and algorithms to get almost accurate analysis of these data.
Data is a new oil which will keep any machinery going smoothly if analysed properly.
Must ponder over it.
©amit
I taste you
and realize I have been starving all my life.
Your touch ignites a hunger—
a yearning buried deep, dormant,
hidden beneath layers of quiet longing.
The salt of your skin lingers on my tongue,
an ocean tide pulling me under.
Your breath, a whisper,
brushes my neck like soft velvet,
setting my pulse to a rhythm only you can play.
I trace the curve of your spine
as if reading scripture,
holy and forbidden,
my fingertips trembling,
a pilgrim at the altar of you.
Every sigh you release
fills the hollow places inside me,
flooding deserts with rivers of fire.
I taste you,
and the world blurs,
shrinks to the warmth of your body,
the echo of your name on my lips.
How is it
that I have lived this long
without knowing the ache of wanting,
the sweetness of surrender,
the sharp edges of bliss
that cut and heal in the same breath?
You consume me.
I am lost in you,
starving no more,
yet endlessly ravenous,
my soul burning
in the flame of your presence.
