Revival
We humans wept for the revival
Nothing nor time can be at arrival
Yet, the redshift of revival was horrendous
It often creeps the dream of wondrous
Sadly, shirked the throbbing drums
Yes! The soreness after the bubblegum
Thumps that messaged the wounds
Click away the silly sticky bounds
We, humans, sobbed for the curves
And constantly impairs the scattered nerves
Universe testified the forbearance
By passing phases of physical sufferance
We, humans, unable to speculate the fade
They rolled the unexpected blades
Blades that cut and curse the embrace
And we kept shouting with space to trace
Time, clicks away the antidote for pure
And eventually vanishes the miles of endure
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable
Newness wakes after a decade
Decade of dullness and bone headedness
Create the covering cure and activeness
Yet, unwrap the belief, yet unwrap the belief
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable.
Categories:
redshift, emotions, encouraging, endurance,
Form: Free verse
A nano spark
Neutrino fast
In the dark
A quantum light
Spreads out
Across the universe
In kinetic form
I see it disperse
Among the quasars
And the asteroid belts
And it blazes
Like lasers
Across the cosmos
Leaving afterglows
And then it's followed
By a full array
Of quarks
Causing a redshift
And a doppler effect
That resonates in red
Radioactive threads
That is thermodynamic
In the end of everything
And a symphony of
Wave particles sing
Physics rejoicing
Cosmically voicing
Essences of life
Within a dark matter light
Denied to human eyes
As we take off
In astral flight
Witnessing a quantum delight.
Categories:
redshift, life, light, science, universe,
Form: Free verse
Dizzy gratitude in the laze of noon,
Ink parading splendour on sheets of paper,
Gone is the beautiful world,
Reduced to minute filigree,
And hello to grades of redshift ladder,
Ascend my passion to prestige, where
Lecturers’ preaches are to the deafs,
Words come in sleepless thousands,
Words within words in disillusion,
Oh imagine the look on inspired immortals,
Seeing us digging in slavish faints, for
No pot of gold. No pursuit of searing passion,
Just a piece of paper at the end of the rainbow,
Seeds of knowledge to sow, an echoed
Numbness in cavernous silence,
Our lives a game of chasing tail,
Awaiting the end of a sentence.
Time’s up. Stop writing.
Categories:
redshift, devotion, education, passion,
Form: Free verse