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cosines
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Read More"Infinity isn't a number. It is the concept of something without end ."
Reading this row of few words again and again , both Physical and chemical changes make their terracotta home together in one corner of Universe and the frequency of natural waves that arises in my mind, starts to be similar to the frequency of cosmic rays and so the flow of my detoxed blood in narrow streets of my body reaches close to the speed of light . In finding out well defined answers of those innumerable mysteries , my body becomes an isolated system like the entire universe, and I'm left with no other change in me . But after some points I get rid of this effect.
To grab all my answers , I construct my replica as
- The sky with infinite length is called zero "SHUNYA" Can there be one definition of infinity and zero ? Yes, may be . Because This is the replica of my own thoughts, where me and my imagination transcend reality and give birth to some new concepts.
- The sky isn't always blue , but from time to time it is . And sometimes, by getting entangled in the midst of sky and its blueness , I get so lost that in each bit of all blue things whatever I see, is only sky.
-Bloodless death and autopsy of light
My pen does some poetries on me and pages invite Sylvia to analyse them . While reading them , I have seen some wide changes in sky's hues . But sometimes , this sheet of different hues seems hueless to me . These all because some brutal stars , keep penetrating my vision like fleeting bubbles , which damage the cornea in my eyes. And so light is totally denied by universe to be in . At the endpoint While touching my cursed eyelids, it is put an end by its own malignant rays, without shedding a single drop blood.
-No Pluto is non-existent on this replica made by me. Even many more Plutos have been born here . In every nano second , They swallow all Betelgeuses to calm their hunger.
- And infinity becomes zero
Even after getting stuck in all these ideologies, in the end I again approach the same point 'infinity and zero'. Where i get that, in my every single ideology, while seeking the essence of infinity I have killed every thing , whether it would be light , or a giant star.
Yes i have zeroed everything. The zero, by which infinity is operated.
_Vandita
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के हर्फ़ दर हर्फ़, मिरे लफ्ज़ मुझसे कुछ सवाल करते हैं
वो जो तिरे शहर की, गुमनाम गलियों की, अनसुनी सदाओं में, सहर सी ख़ुशबू है ,
तुम थे वहां, या बर्क़ पर सुलगता कोई आतिश है
वो नज़ारे, कुछ यूं दफ़्न हैं मुझमें, गोया तिरा इश्क़ है , या माचिस है।।
_Vandita -
fairytales_ 85w
Read More2077/06/16
9:57 am
#fridayfun
@writersnetwork thank you for the kind repost. Your comment made my day. I adore you❤lost poet
From the centre of a vibrant city in America to the edge of a tranquil village in Asia. There are
myriad number of lost poets whose poetry begins as a tragic heartbreak, twisted fate and a desire to inscribe.
I miss his generous angle the one he hides from the drastic world.
He is often seen in an alley holding handful of raw cigarette. Smoking like his life depends on it. Probably it does, we all need a reason to breathe let it be a right or wrong. wait, is there even a thing called right or the wrong? Nothing is entirely right or truly wrong. It's just how you behold and accept things. A bottle of whisky, every time he sips he is freed from all the despair. An illegal fight with an acquaintance, friends as well as strangers. It's not a choice yet sometimes the rage we hold is bigger than the grief we endure. He writes about the darkest side of the truth to gloomiest sides of humanity. Yet his grey poetry sustains an immense metaphor which soothes readers, souls, just like a tight hug of the intense verses. He is sequestered for a reason. A modest sense can never comprehend the agony of a pierced vision. He ain't ignorant just little scared of phony concern and superfluous advice.
He is lost yet he is seeking. A cliff of truce to jump from his past and never come back.
His weak heart requires a tiny drop of injection filled with love and affection.
// He doesn't write just for living,
He writes for breathing too //
©fairytales_ -
kin_jo
85w
Read MoreMaa,
you once told me a story
About places being haunted by demons and ghost
But never knew, I was that place and ghost were the humans
Because today,
//I am haunted by humans//
Your fear came true
Being a daughter born, itself is a spew
You taught me to live for our motherland
Yet your daughter was slaughtered, without consent in Her sand
They forget their own being
And lurch the prey just for their vulnerable self
No idea what fun they get, in screams and yelp
But in their fun, my soul was left in excruciating knell
Is this the price I pay for taking birth as a daughter?
In the country, where we are termed as goddess
Where is the temple, where I can freely preach with grace
Where is the vigour? Where is the force?
Where is your voice? Where are your roars?
Stop this, before the evil bird seeds another daughter,
I too was your daughter...
" Will you forget me like my once same fated sister, was rewarded ?
And silently sit and watch my stellar remmants, United
My very innocence was ripped, taken granted
My dignity was tugged, soul discarded
Yellow light my family once had, faded
Will you still lit candles and just stand regretted ? "
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#bookc #poD #poetrywednesday #colourc #writersnetwork
#writersbay
#once
#wod
*Here same fated sister is referred to Nirbhaya incident*
// I am haunted by humans// is the line from my favourite book ' The Book Thief 'Will you forget me like, my same fated sister, was rewarded ?
And silently sit and watch my stellar remmants, United
My very innocence was ripped, taken granted
My dignity was tugged, soul discarded
Yellow light my family once had, faded
Wil you still lit candles and just stand regretted ?
©lovethatneverfades -
anush18
85w
Read MoreSchrödinger's cat is a thought experiment, sometimes described as a paradox, devised by Austrian-Irish physicist Erwin Schrödinger in 1935, during the course of discussions with Albert Einstein. It illustrates what he saw as the problem of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics applied to everyday objects. [A cat, A flask of poison, and a radioactive source are placed in a sealed box, the flask is shattered, releasing the poison, which kills the cat. The Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics implies that after a while, the cat is simultaneously alive and dead. Yet, when one looks in the box, one sees the cat is either alive or dead, not both alive and dead. This poses the question of when exactly quantum superposition ends and reality collapses into one possibility or the other]
#masquerade #mad #deadpoets #life #cat #oozingout #pod @writersabode @writersbay @writersnetwork @yayinology a read??
��. �� ��. �� ��. �� ��. �� ��.It's been long I have smiled.
It's been long I have lived.
I am digging my grave
So that when I die,
I don't owe something to anyone.
My life is like schrödinger's cat,
I'm living & dying,
I'm breathing & suffocating,
I'm smiling & crying,
I'm coherent & incoherent.
My demons are raging,
And I'm dying Inside.
My poetries are bleeding,
But I'm high on masquerading.
It's my time to dig my grave &
Keep some dead flowers of willow.
For I know no one will gift me flowers
Unless I am dead.
And yes now I'm digging my grave.
©anush18 -
With my passing days, radii of my hairs have reduced. Moisture has been added to the cuticles. Now they are fainting as worn-out sawdusts. I don't have any such rhythm, which can hunt the acidic sloth that thriving in me. All I have is only my breath and some poems.
The Breath that hanging on the burning arms of Pentagon and which vertices pierce my nails. The poems, I wrote about my birth with the ink of melting coal, which I have ever taken to die.
©cosines -
WOMAN (PART:1)
Dear Woman,
There supreme power, the goddess, the one with all the strength. You are amazing and I truly appreciate your strength.
You are so beautiful that everytime I see you, I get melted. The way you keep your baby in your stomach for 9 months and still with all the pain, look over the entire house. You are truly an worth appreciating art.
All the mood swings you face when you have your periods on, feel like nothing when the flow a long. It pains, it aches and hurts but you still stand strong. I love how you always take a stand for injustice, women you are the only one who understand the emotions and feelings at their best!
A mother, a housewife, a business woman working for her kids day and night. I have seen my mother doing it, no matter how much economic crisis she faces, she never tends to make me sad and give me everything just to see me happy.
Woman! Woman is someone who can simply fish happiness in others happiness. Can make her family the happiest! The one who after marriage has to make her own home just if she is a guest there. She takes all the pain, till stands strong and smile at the end.
Dear woman,
You are amazing and I truly appreciate your efforts.
From a growing woman
To, all other women!
Sending love
AGAM -
eyes
"If eyes were ocean than it would be yours,
If the boat were a person it would be me"
©jelsa_thinks_you_are_cute -
A handful of galaxies I bought for you
installed them alongside Your rhymes
and saw the morn was escaping from their intergalactic medium.
©cosines -
I read
In the early dawn
far from a crowd
beneath a serene tree
hiding like a kid
I flip the pages
which is so rare
willing to glare
like a prayer
I chant verses
shirking senses
times halts
when books
tricks fast
thin papers
made of threads
the more you
stitch the tighter
it fetches
I read from
breaking dawn
to the departed dusk
lost on thoughts
fallen for words
pages filled with
galaxies more
like a mystery
©fairytales_
