...
Some
infinities
are bigger
than other
infinities
and
some
infinities
hardly
last
at
all.
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Imagine an alternate universe, one born in the reverse rhythm of our own Big Bang.
In this cosmos, the arrow of time flows backward, not as a regression but as an elegant symmetry, a dance of retreating possibilities.
Galaxies do not expand into the void but instead coalesce, condensing into radiant singularities, the luminous echoes of futures we can never reach.
Here, light emerges only to fold inward, its journey truncated before it graces the expanse.
It is a universe hidden from us not by distance alone, but by the very nature of its existence—its glow always arriving too late, its truths eternally just beyond our grasp.
Yet, even unseen, such a realm invites awe.
It suggests that reality is not a single thread but a cosmic loom, weaving countless tapestries in both directions of time.
It is a humbling thought, a reminder that the cosmos, vast and intricate, may hold infinities we can sense only in the whispers of our dim imagination.
I set my aim high and Reach For The Stars
far beyond the Infinitesimal scars,
where Hope is a Flame that burns bright
Blazing across the Ethers of night,
I Illumine the Fire Within the Great White Light
and Streak across the Abyss, So High
Wings Broad, I sail the Infinities
Higher and Higher towards Greater Possibilities,
where Faith Shines amongst the Sun Of Life
there I Triumph and Conquer the Veils Of Sight
In the cosmic vastness, stars weave dreams of eternal light,
The universe reveals its spontaneous perfection in silence,
Each moment is a window to infinities of desires,
Where the useful and the useless dance in circles of light.
Life is a mosaic of experiences laid upon time,
Expanding the horizon of the soul with each step taken,
In the desire to give, we discover true value,
For only contrast reveals the hidden essence within us.
The universe, a canvas of desires and dreams, shows its beauty,
Each atom vibrates in the eternal dance of energies,
To live is to tread the edge of the unknown abyss,
Feeling the wind of time caress the face with promises.
In the desire to understand, we lose ourselves, but in uselessness,
We find the value of being, mirrored in the pure desire to give,
In the silence between thoughts, perfection becomes a journey,
We dive into depths, seeking answers in silent stars.
We wish to give meaning to each moment, but truth comes,
When we cease searching and let life carry us,
In uselessness, we find the freedom to be, unconditionally,
And in the desire to give, we discover the open soul.
When love wraps around you like a rain of falling stars,
The world melts into a story of liquid amber,
That gaze, a window to unseen infinities,
Where I become the shadow dancing on the edge of time.
The thorns, crystal spiders, weave the silk of an embrace,
The fire transforms into a rainbow of embers, living warmth,
A sanctuary in the chill of the night born from darkness,
There, I lose and recreate myself with every moment.
Passersby, waves of wind, call him mad, the one who smiles,
But he, a dreamer of the world, listens to a single whispered name,
Words floating like an echo of stellar longing,
A music of spheres entwined in eternal mystery.
Love, a golden butterfly, frees the soul from its cocoon,
Binds it in the beats of a heart, a blood-red moon,
Life becomes a symphony of pulsing comets,
In the rhythm of a sky dancing in spirals of dreams.
Standing at the world’s edge, asking the deep silence,
Is this madness or the beginning of a new galaxy of understanding?
In love’s tumult, I rediscover the shape of my destiny,
And the story flows like a river of light, without end.
It begins
like the first drop of rain on parched earth—
a whisper,
not yet a touch,
but a promise hanging in the air.
The world dissolves;
walls collapse into shadows,
the clock forgets its ticking.
We are suspended—
two constellations spiraling
toward collision,
a secret carved into the night.
Your breath is a feather,
brushing against my skin,
and my heartbeat
is a moth
trapped in the lantern’s glow.
In this darkness,
where sight surrenders,
I feel everything—
the gravity of your nearness,
the quiet tremble of your soul,
the weight of words unspoken.
This kiss is no kiss at all,
but a quiet revolution,
a map to the unknown,
a key to the door
I never dared open.
Outside, the stars watch
with their silent, jealous light.
The moon hides behind clouds,
a voyeur cloaked in silver.
And as our lips meet,
the universe exhales—
not with fire,
but with the soft, unrelenting hum
of two infinities touching.
Ebony and ivory soldiers
stand sentinel on checkered plains,
their shadows stretching across the polished wood.
The mind becomes a blade,
thoughts crystallise
in the space between heartbeats.
Each move echoes
like thunder in an empty room,
while fingertips hover over destiny's pieces.
Time dissolves
In the crucible of concentration,
where seconds stretch into infinities.
Silence roars louder,
than any crowd in this arena of intellect,
as kingdoms rise and fall beneath fluorescent stars.
Victory dwells
in the eye of stillness,
where warriors of thought wage their bloodless wars.
TIME: A BRIEF INTRORDUCTION
Time
Limited, limitless
Running, crawling, strolling
Contradictory as a paradox
Forward
ONE OF THE FEW TRUE INFINITIES
Eternity
Past, future
Flowing, unfolding, echoing
With us every day
Always
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In Marked Territory
Midnight tightly clasps the darkness,
Like a wounded heart,
In between topaz edges of twilight
And pastels of first light.
Jealous of its cosmos
Shoos away the master of the day
Turning the face of the daystar
To other skies
To claim small hours.
Guardian of vanishing infinities
Speaks
Indigo borders
For moonlight
Moonbows
And wishes on the first brave star
Where waves of the galaxy
Break
Over unseen edges of stellar sands.
Lit only by celestial lanterns
Enchanter
Conjures sovereign spells
Declaring jurisdiction over platinum roses
And
Lover’s sighs
That wax then wane under polar stars.
Night rules this welkin magic,
A sorcerer hiding a book of spells,
This realm under the starry arch
The moonrise
The nebulae decorating the firmament,
Where gravity hems in epiphanies.
Under the volcano
over the moon
Polar infinities
birthing the doom
Hearing the thunder
minotaur’s freed
Wandering inside us
— killing the dream
(The New Room: July, 2024)
Unbridled, Untied, reaching to the infinities, Thou
- Rabindranath Tagore---Geetanjali
17th December
Unbridled, Untied, reaching to the infinities, Thou
Strumming with own, melodious mellow
Blossoming thine grace in fragrance of mine
Hence, thy reason, gentle and sweet, stays on, rumination.
For so many vibrance, color and chime
For so many a song, came along, rhythm and rhyme.
For they, simplest and gentlest, affectionate and loving
Understood a soul in silence, long lost heartache and grace, embracing.
Thou, a shrine, and I, when, integrity, underneath
Glowing in the dark, the ever-flowing David and Goliath.
The books of divine, where they remembered us in thine
Grace and her seven seas, an enormous possibility
The fathomless oceans and the foamy seas,
The wave and the droplets, reflections, deep
Luminous tranquility, and a rueful serenity, shadowless
Returns to me, in becoming mine
Teardrops and churns, emotion and serene
trickles down on me, a mournful sea!
All-encompassing Thou, traces back to me
Sweetness, overwhelming, and grace
undisturbed, absorbed a mood along, joyous!
When you were no more
I felt a distance.
That of absolute solitude
Like lost stars within infinities
That have both petrified and imploded.
I felt like ice.
Frozen, stunned and vaguely shedding.
In a sea of torrents of sorrows and bitter emptiness
I felt like
The biggest part of me ran off without a goodbye or sign thereof.
To never land
Like I was falling
And I would never land.
I felt like
You
You were that part of me.
That magnified my being.
Made me feel more than and not equal to or less.
And now alas
I feel imaginary, insolvable, the square root of a negative value.
A little less than nothing
A little more than stagnant
This is.
When I think of you
And
You are not.
affected,
is
life
to the mandate
of warrant...
to the smile
risk
aloof...
Switched on
at every act
fact...
to eternity
switched on
emphatic...
The universe
my vast
pasture...
My time
unlimited
to the scarce...
the breadth
live wide
step by step...
Called
of the infinities
always wait
dismayed... !
Let me penetrate your abyss
and storm your walls of dominion.
Let’s rage against the dying
of the light bringer of night
and scream to creations seams as
we articulate something
if we articulate to no one. No one at all!
I know the chaoses coming deluge
Entombed in an earth like a nightmare
You were the only one I dare
I watch your eyes flare
Oh sweet chaos cover my ruined soul
Ashes from infinities
infernal fires, proclaim.
Entangle me in your tomorrows
Torrant Love affairs
And divide your nations
With my holy rod, I declare!
A thought so wild and rare let me trace
fire light in your face, reflected in the night.
Vast Valhalla a heaven on parade
All at war with DUSK
Coming of DAWNS charade
I feel it’s creeping darkness
This deepest of the grave
The loss of eternal Grace
Let me tighten your lace
Oh sweet chaos running in the chase
Drowned me in your eyes
Oh storms so abyssal and rare
Let me penetrate your oblivion, finite
Oh sweet damnation forever more I stare
The sky is bluer than my true love’s eyes
Deeper than the ocean’s mysteries --
Blotting out the stars that twinkle at night,
Fuels all my most elaborate fantasies.
What lies within the unfathomable space?
Could it be interminable infinities? --
Perhaps, lying beyond eons of darkness
The abode of my imagined divinities.
Ah, the depths of my true love’s thoughts
If I had millions of years to fondly explore
And could know the hidden truths therein,
I should not be satisfied, only wanting more.
written March 5, 2022
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