I woke up this morning, feeling great.
I thought to myself, I'll self-inflate,
and proceeded to exponentiate.
I sure was the man.
Just as I was hitting my rhythm,
in a gesture of antagonism,
sheriff John Brown took my logarithm.
I was back where I began.
I whisper like the burbles of the stream.
Though, in my interiors, there's a scream.
I have composed my song. Shouldn't I sing?
Between nodules of clouds of doubts I swing.
Aesthetics and passions amalgamate.
Love and warmth, like lake ripples, escalate.
Arduous desires break like waves of seas.
Could my peaceless soul ever feel at ease?
You're the soulful singer. You are the song.
I'm a song too. But do we flow along?
There's, between us, a common logarithm.
Should we not unite with nature's rhythm?
darling..
we are like values in an array
me, is minimum value
you are maximum value
and our between is range, wide range
we try hard to get closer to each other
till we make a frequency distribution table
but darling...o, darling
we are not able to break logarithm rules
we must accept reality; we will not be in one class
we must accept it, sincerely
stay still, darling
i will ingest billion of smaller values
and add my current value at same time
just give me your thousand of years
common ground cause effect graph line
l no other nightmares compare .
l all are unique fractal realities .
l with only a scale in common .
l changing differing moments .
l to gauge lifes' experiences .
l that might be understood .
l by way of some constant .
l at which things happen .
l and be it called speed .
l foundation relativity .
l scaled realities .
l cause effect .
l logarithm .
l metrics .
l graph .
l line .
0 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
They are bilingual,
fluent in a paradoxical
intersection of a line and a cloud.
Each language has a distinct cadence,
a unique inflection.
They can jump over the discontinuity,
the differential between
derivative and derivative,
integral and integral.
They put the rhythm in "logarithm"
and could remove the "can't" from "secant"
if words were defined
at the point of intersection.
Wanted to visit old lanes
for a mocking bird.
A luminous proxy wanted to play a game.
Treachery flees from
the trees and settles
on the white wings of flying swans.
No logarithm will stop
to watch the invisible
numbers going for infinity.
Tomorrow I go back to my
school, to wear my fallen mask.
The world was very obtuse to watch a setting sun.
Satish Verma
minus one plus one
one over infinity
logarithm one
Let's cut our hair
locks lopped off in hopes of
style and convenience
only because everything in the media
had announced it so
to look one of two ways
stupid or not
the dichotomy of breathing
intermixed with thinking
a miscreant's
entreaty
based upon the logarithm of dog drool
of other's crisis mind fux=
a cute bob with fringe
perhaps, a beehive to capture errant thoughts
in clouds of hairspray
like ricky lake eating more cake
like the earthy done shaky
like prickly pear sports shake
like trickling ear sweat bakes
like a crepe
just spend the time
emulsifying the generations
tell stories, freak out the other one
basically, have fun