( To T.S.E.)
So the world ends with a whimper
From the prospect of your time
Nowadays it’s not that simple
Whimper trades are in decline
The Bang Party sales are soaring
Over wildest expectations
Whimperers turn down the moaning
No one seems to pay attention
But the Bangers always lose
To the “couldn’t care less”
When there’s nothing left to booze
The Careless Party needs some gas
So they're off to buy again
More of wine and smoking stuff
If the world comes to an end
It will be a drunken laugh.
BANG
Shabang
Down the can
West winds blow away
Thought you were here to stay
Just like that gone anyway
"The end of a fleeting romance"
.
clap
with earth
thuh
drop'em girl
click bloom
click
i'mz
thuh camera
instance
git on yup girl
down
')>
*instance spell wit thuh
astute think <]')
“This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper”
(T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men)
I guess the version of a bang
Is far more real, than the whimper’s
The hollow men and their gang
Are going to set the new clear winter
They'll get their long-desired perfection
In comforts of the underground
Believers will enjoy ascension
And all the rest will face the ground
Inhale the poisoned air and see
It’s late to cry when you get split
So whimpers time is now, shall we
Join their choir, or just leave it?
Big Bang exploded on void cosmos
creating Universe in nanoseconds.
Space , Matter, Time started joint journey.
Stellar world continued in Galaxies
Nova, Supernova, Nebulae, in
gaseous plasma on extension:
Quasars, Pulsars, Black Holes in harmony.
Cosmic Evolution running on.
Modern Concept doesn't suggest Universe ,
but Multiverse, rather larger frame work
with multiple separate universes !
Poetic approach to put in Free Verse
Big Bang is the birth of Cosmos
to collapse on Cosmic Death by Big Crunch.
What was here — before the Nothing —
Before the Breath was tried —
Before the Clock — in timid brass —
Confessed it ever Ticked —
Was Silence but a folded Thing —
Within a Larger Hush —
Or did Eternity rehearse
Its syllables — as Dust —
The State — with careful, mortal Hand —
Extinguishes a Flame —
Yet cannot certify the Dark —
Nor docket — Whence it came —
A Scaffold — is a punctual Act —
The Soul — a rumor — wide —
No Statute binds Infinity —
No Warden halts the Tide —
If Life — be all — how fierce the Blow —
If more — what Court convened —
To trespass on the Invisible
And stamp it — “Closed” — between —
Perhaps — before the Nothing — stood
A Door — without a Frame —
And Death — the shy Attendant — waits
To whisper us — our Name —
One might think
you're the apple of my eye
make it icing on the cake
or better yet cherry on the pie
but all that stuff is not enough
for there's more at play
which I'll describe in detail now
and believe you me when I say
you're the prize in my cracker
for all you are and all you do
not only that you're the paper hat
give life a snap and you're the riddle too
BANG-hate
BANG-horror
BANG-scream
BANG-fear
BANG-tears
BANG-blood
BANG-innocence
BANG-dreams shattering
BANG-1...
BANG-15
BANG-mourning for yesterday
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*to the 15 who never returned home from Bondi Beach [Aus] on Sunday
deer hunting blind
giving humans the edge
terrifying deer
bang bang bang
guess who is all powerful
cruel too
And here comes one more random slang--
Among many that loosely hang.
What does it really mean?
Not mean, enough if seen,
But gung-ho goes this Gen Zen gang.
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Happenings | 11.10. 2025 | humour, slang/language
Note: 6 7, read six seven. It is the latest random slang like LOL, YOLO, and many of the Gen Zen going crazier by the day. It does not have to mean much, but still…
- I saw a movie; it was 6 7. (passable).
- Look at the dude, he’s 6 7. (indicates height 6’ 7”)
- I’m feeling 6 7 today (so-so).
Perhaps these expressions arise from young generation’s angst. The expression means different things to different bored heads and hearts.
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!
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