From one singularity came the exploding spark,
Not yet stars, not yet light, only potential.
A field unseen, stretched taut as thought,
Holding energy like a clenched fist of time.
Expansion surged, a storm without wind,
Not matter racing, but space itself unfurled.
Faster than light, yet no law was broken—
Relativity bowed, not shattered, in awe.
Negative pressure, a repulsion profound,
Bent the equations toward infinity’s edge.
In the womb of the cosmos, space time grew,
Doubling, redoubling, in a heartbeat’s breath.
Quantum tremors, minute as dust,
Were stretched across horizons vast.
Seeds of galaxies, of suns and worlds,
Carried within fluctuations’ song.
What mystery drives the inflaton’s dream?
What hand steadied the potential’s curve?
In equations I see its fleeting ghost,
A pressure that sings of repulsive fire.
And when it ended, it left a gift:
Heat, light, matter, the chance to begin.
The hot Big Bang was its second act,
The stage prepared by a silent overture.
I wonder still if beauty was its aim,
Or only chance in quantum disguise.
Yet in its breath, the universe awoke.
Life lost, she bore;
The cost of war.
Before the fire of time was lit, there was no “before”—
No clock, no tick, no arrow.
Space had not stretched its first trembling thread,
And matter was still a secret.
A silence so complete it was not silence.
A void so pure it was not absence.
Something flickered in the nothing,
A law, a whisper, a possibility.
Gravity curled upon itself,
Quantum foam stirred like breath in sleep.
Energy dreamed it might take form,
And the dream became a spark.
From that spark came time.
From time came stars,
From stars came us, asking why.
What was before the beginning?
The question itself dissolves into light.
What all likes lets, such a luck’s rare,
Plugs all panic, such a pluck’s rare,
Rare are bucks that give loudest bang,
Cool with lake’s muck, such a duck’s rare.
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Epigram | 02.08.2025 | luck, pluck, buck, duck
Note: A quatrain like this in Gujarati is known as muktak with free/independent thought. Its first, second, and fourth lines rhyme. They have what is called laaghav, minimal words meaning the most.
When business went
from bad to worse
and the Nookie Bookie
(a pimp)
with a curse
saw the number of customers'
trousers drop
he took umbrage
at an advertisement in the press
inserted by the local knocking shop
(where pleasure is a business)
which was seen to say...
RED LIGHT SPECIAL
Too many hookers spoil the brothel
Gentlemen
today's the day you're in luck
2 for the price of 1
more BANG for your buck!
Tea Time
Lilting songs tuned up at tea time,
Mint scent pervades the nearby air,
No time better than at morn
On to start the day with soft taste,
Pursue the journey with a bang.
You did a whiz bang job honey
An expert could not have done better
Thanks Dad, Kathy said
But I am an expert
That’s why I have doctor in front of my name
And the hospital pays me to do this surgery
subtlest we are ~stuff of star
creation of the elements that spawn
densest is the space
between beginningless origins
and endless blurs
thus, cosmogony visible
vehement impassions
blends the invisible
spreading hues of mahogany,
redshifts dust
stripped of mind,
blurred...
manifested into existence
two worlds collide,
rich in lust
Bang - my heart when we met.
Bang - my heart when you left.
That neighbour has just banged his door.
Again yet again and yet again.
I, a one of superior quality, wish to beat
his barking bonce against the wall of his rathole.
But there’d be no grey matter
to dribble down the concrete.
An ugly slimy mush would not be excreted
from that crumbly, crinkly, brainless brainpan.
No brainbox there to squirt the grey stuff!
Oh, what do I experience?
A swirly-whirly precognition of a pleasurable
banging of that brain that isn’t there?
Do I not wish to tear it into shreds?
Funny how feral thoughts burst into one’s mind.
Again yet again and yet again, this superior
wants to beat and bounce that barking bonce.
(17 Sep 2024)
In the universe's tender age,
One billion years past cosmic stage,
First planets spun in newborn light,
Amidst the stars, in endless night.
High radiation filled the skies,
A hostile realm for life's first tries,
Heavy elements scarce, untamed,
In starry cores, their essence claimed.
Chaotic bursts, a fiery dance,
Supernovae's fatal chance,
Gamma rays with deadly might,
Sterilizing planets bright.
Life's cradle needed calmer days,
More time to weave its complex ways,
For elements to spread afar,
Nurtured by the newborn star.
In time, the cosmos found its peace,
Allowing life its sweet release,
But in those early, fiery skies,
Life's tender spark could not arise.
Where my yin meets my yang
I hear a dissonant clang
My physician traced it back
all the way to the ‘Big Bang’
Seems I hopped aboard an asteroid
went for a wild ride
Hit my head on a comet
blasphemed, ‘God damn it!’
a serendipitous day and a half
when the big bang happened
everything called to being
from some singularity
barely anything wasted
except you and I
on pyjama days
when it’s sunny outside
you said you might get dressed
if it happened again
I’m afraid I believed you
Tega Cay deers stray
Green grass on golf course won’t last
Sharp shooters silencer blast
Curious about the origin of the universe back in the day
a French fry took a spin in a centrifuge in Marseilles
Decided to stay in until 2021
had himself a whole lot of fun
By 2021, that solanum tuberosum, by the sum of its parts, gave onlookers
quite a start
~ emerging more divergent than 'Napoleon Blownaparte'
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