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Somewhere between quantum robot and quantum mechanics, we all grew up.

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  • cosines 17w

    He asked meaning of my poetries,
    I replied with silence of nothingness.

    - Vandita

  • cosines 17w

    Thank You beery much @writersnetwork

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    Black hole -

    You and i, and everybody
    in the universe
    can give birth to a blackhole,
    only if we can eat
    some reasonable events,
    My mother compresses
    one such supernova into a sphere,
    made of its Schwarzschild radius,
    and gives arise to a monster.

    He, on the spacetime,
    lays a bed in his densed room.
    being weighted enough
    He warps fabric of this grid,
    of four dimensions.
    Makes the curvature in,
    His intense gravity craves
    for cosmic objects and light.
    and he engulfs
    all the constellations around,
    They achieve its singularity
    while playing on the accresion disc.

    Smell of the monster
    endures only till a certain door
    of his room
    and so my mother forbids me
    not to cross the event horizon,
    continuously emitting Hawking radiation.

    ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴅɪʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :-

    We give our eyes to him,
    holding the events in his fist,
    For this monster black hole,
    the distance covered by
    our thousand steps is
    either negligible or
    very small. At his place,
    time runs slower, relatively
    and he is allowed to smell the
    celestial whiff longer than us.

    With effluxion of time
    I've sheathed all the spaces of my life,
    But the monster is still young,
    he will live longer, he will live a lot,
    but don't know how long.

    ©cosines

  • cosines 18w

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    किनारों से किवाड़ थोड़े खोखले होते जा रहे हैं , सांकल पर लगी जंग और तुम्हारे चेहरे की झुर्रियां एकरूप हो गई हैं। खाट पर पड़ी उस झीनी सी चादर की तरह तुम्हारी त्वचा कुछ दुर्बल अंगो से आंशिक रूप में लटक रही है - मैंने फुसफुसाते हुए कहा।

    यथार्थ के अनुरूप ही, गुठलिओं को समेटते हुए हमारी कमर झुक गई है। नींद भी विगत वर्षों की अपेक्षा कुछ ज्यादा आने लगी है, बीतता हुआ समय रसोईघर अक्सर खुला छोड़ देता है, तभी बंशी काका की वो‌ पालतू बिल्ली बर्तनों को लांघते हुए उन्हें जूठा कर देती है, और चंद पलों की यह शाश्वत नींद तात्क्षणिक हो जाती है।

    अच्छा अब जाने दो मुझे, पेशेवर पंचभूतों की तस्करी करके मेरी आत्मा मुझे फिर से निराकार करना चाहती है। मुझे दी हुई तुम्हारी उखड़ती सांसें तुम्हें वापस कर रही हूं, अमलतास की गोद में विश्राम करते हुए ये हर रोज ही तुम्हें तुम्हारी कविताएं सुनाती रहेंगी, मेरे जाने के बाद।।

    - वंदिता

  • cosines 19w

    She melted herself
    into the vintage
    he took the glass
    to the road pit
    and poured entire of her inside,
    outside the bar.
    Cuts, and segments of knife
    over his chest, came
    after her drops
    as corrupt smell of her toes
    still arouses to him.

    He tiptoed and
    seized her shape
    gousing fleshy thighs
    with concretes
    soaked in pious blood
    of saints,
    she used to kill during
    every new moon night.

    The mud there
    smelled of rotten magnolia,
    he swallowed an unwanted breath,
    took her dirty socks off
    Both walked towards the lea,
    they came from,
    and
    marked trails of silence

    _ Vandita

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  • cosines 21w

    I see the love from spirals of Andromeda which spans widely till thousands of light years, and stems from your neck after every bath you take in the heart of galaxy. I see the love, bobbing in the uterus of a super earth, made by us after gulping down all the cold constellations.

    Gullet being dried of reciting the love Poems , which a Proto Shakespeare completed for us after eon of our destiny was being written together on the same folio. So We drink some folk songs of species in outer world and its intensity gets contained in countless particles of space to stimulate them, to make them dance over symphony nine of Beethoven.

    Decreasing lines of horizon overlies with each point of our foreheads and pave the path for our love to move forward, It walks on, crushes down the crust till the inner core of us and reaches the line where radioactive processes vomit the heat to make the constellations move, we swallowed once.

    I trace your fingerprints on my backbones, slightly cut my clavicles and make you kiss all over. I break the denials for the world, i squeeze the sun, and let the heat slip down over your chest. We both embrace the same warmth, and love happens everywhere with no void left in space.

    I see the love in free fall of dove wings on your eyelids at half mast, You feel the fluffiness of saturn rings, damped in the wet heaven of moonlets. I see the love, exploding in hidden hypernova of your soul, produced after core collapse of stars in our stomach.

    - Vandita

    Back to 'you' again

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  • cosines 21w

    Now Some of you know how lazy I'm.

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  • cosines 21w

    Remember the day, those talks, those toffees, those russian salads, those samosas, several time we had. Addressing stalkers as bhains, bakri ( Wo Komal ki bachi) used to be one of our favourite things. Those Lame wordplays with senior , some childish efforts to fix Maulie here, i do remember and can retrace back exact as these things happened to us.

    [ Memorable one: That non-stop copy paste of random things in my comment box, What a cute revenge :D]

    After traversing many fake accounts, after watching constellations together all night, we made thousands of memories, Some of them are with me. Some of them are with you. Some are with both of us. I've lost that account, we used to talk on and annoy other night owls. Being little sad cause that was special :(

    So, no matter how insignificant we make things, they do affect us somehow. We were also. Things we'd never thought of,all happened to us. We faced all and learned that we won't let ourselves be affected by these filth.

    In such a crowd, there're only few, we crave for. we don't want anyone other than these. We always used to wait for eachother's words for our composition, as if it seems incomplete without. Time passed, things moved forward but I'm glad for the things between us are still same as before.

    Junior G, you're jack of all trades. No matter how lame your jokes are, they always make me laugh ( as we both genuinely respect our sense of humour)

    Je suis la personne la plus stupide qui soit jamais arrivée Vous, je ne sais pas comment je souhaite des gens au hasard avec beaucoup de mots et d'adjectifs. Parce que quand il s'agit de mon propre peuple, je suis toujours à court de mots. Je ne peux pas écrire exactement ce que je veux faire mais tu sais bien ce que je veux pour toi.

    Alors laissez-moi déposer tous mes souhaits, avec des boules de chocolat noir fondu sur le bout de votre nez,
    Joyeux 18th anniversaire, Junior G!
    @vivenne Nous vous aimons. ❤️

    Many Things are still left to drop here, ek baar likhte likhte exit ho gya tha :((

    Sowwy for being janbujhkr late

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  • cosines 22w

    some of you've already read this -_-

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    मैं देखती हूं
    भोर को,
    अंगड़ाई लेते हुए

    नभ की शय्या पर पड़े
    अस्तव्यस्त लालित्य में मिलकर
    कैसे वह मंदाकिनियों की
    झिलमिलाती मेखला का
    वरण करता है,

    प्रिये देखना तुम भी
    समय जब शेष हो

    - वंदिता

  • cosines 22w

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    Clouds were raining wounds
    Vapour got a condensed sprain
    Poetry stung sharply her wet galaxies
    Destiny broke the universe again

    _ Vandita

  • cosines 26w

    तारीखें बस रुक जाया करतीं हैं, फिसलता ये वक्त कभी परवाज़ नहीं भरता,
    बज़्म तारीफें बेपनाह करता है तेरी, जां अश'आर मेरा अब, कोई आवाज़ नहीं करता!

    If I could stop something, I would have stopped all the small squads of the time, on adding which,
    largest distances have been reduced just in sheets of concretes and Stones. If I could stop something, I would have stopped the timeframe of that gorgeous smile, on which , I've closed all my sides, only a side of peace is left over the hueless cheekbones of my pale face. If I could write, I would have written those delightful echoes of you voice, whose presence arouses a wave of satiety within the empty chambers of my silent heart.

    You're the first one in whom I got the role of a mentor, in which I got that mixed glimpse of motherhood and friendship, which enabled me to accept the truth, to expose the lie. You are that pure essence of maturity, who, by ignoring all our minor mistakes, constantly showers her love. You're the person who told me that the world's not like you, people and their thoughts are wandering in a cruel environment and you're far away from this.

    Trust is not dead yet, after coming across her, I got to know this. She made me aware of those faces, I could never see. People, with whom one can share oneself completely are rare , she's rare but see, I've.
    By God grace, I've you, who's strong enough to listen everyone's perspective, soft enough to be melted easily through the strokes of affection and feelings.

    I've never learnt how to metamorphosed my feelings exact into words and I don't know when I'll know this, or maybe I'll remain dumb likewise. Things I wanted to drop here, are still hitting the walls in my heart but how to speak them out, I can't. Just because my love, those words have no worth to pen you down this easily. A Hope is attached with my pen that You'll assume and draw my heart for you, Hope You get my feelings exact as I wanted to show. I know, You do.

    Thanks to the creator for you to be with me, for garlanding you heart with fragrances of kindness and making you affable. So now with buckets of love, and pouches of chocolates, wishing you a wonderful life as you want it to be. More strength and greetings to your upcoming journey. Kill each blunder outright, Blast every bubble of happiness.

    Happy Birthday Firko! @rani_shri ❤️

    Either it would be start, middle, end or any point of the day. Your Heptagon will cover all those points just to make a beautiful track to wish you a beautiful journey. Loveeeee You.

    ( B'day abhi baki h mere ghost ��)

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