indisputable... !
unwritten verses,
lost verses,
unpaired,
are children
unfertilized
that we will not generate
the same... !
Why would it matter,
why would you care
Voices becalming,
breathless unpaired
Freeing the Dharma,
released in the air
Transcending today
—immortality shared
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)
In the dull and lonely days
I hate to wake my soul up
from the bed of goofy thoughts
as I see my hollow abdomen
refraining to produce hunger juices
and my eyes dripping the waters
of yesterday's blurry thoughts.
Windows are too far to reach out now
but my terrible wishes
dragging me to look those
aristocratic nature
oozing the beauty of love
with a hope to insert resilience.
Here, I am lying with a broken entity
failing to continue with the flow,
and hopping in the groups
of unpaired filth and despair.
I tremble in the fear
of sitting in a matchstick chair,
"no chance of survival",
it leaves me restless with its hushed voice.
The fear of repeated falls
sinks me down everytime
in January's unfamiliar snow layers.
In the dull and lonely days,
I feel an uncherished love
eats me up like a cannibal,
first starting with my heavy brain
it wraps the whole body up
and I sigh seeing my chewing gum
like body bursts in laughter
wearing the padded outfit
to conceal the shrunken body,
howling skin, swayed heart
and decaying entity.
~ ©storytellersuchismita
One is not a prime number
But a singularity that stands alone
One and itself in the vast sea of
Numerical complexities
It stands alone, solemn
Edging close to the realm of nihility, of nothingness
Yet, all the same, an infinity away.
Why is it that one is the first number we learn?
The number we begin on?
One is the greatest isolation but
The vastest togetherness
One is individualism, one is monotony
That one unpaired piece
Of spontaneous upholstery
The single unwashed yellow sock,
Underneath the mahogany table
With a lonesome chopstick from Chinese takeout.
One clock hand suspends between 6 and 7
One is the number of strangers at that tabletop book signing.
One remains the vast crowd that sings of peace.
All is one
But is one
All?
You are two things distinct,
that exist yet unfurled
You as yourself,
and as part of the world
Fundamentally the same,
but functionally unpaired
Your story twice told
—as you’re here and then there
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Binary 101
Numerically double-edged,
Duplicitous it is paired
Likewise and two fold
Its twin coded binate, not spared.
Double barrelled
Bilateral couple,
teamed;
braced – unified.
Mated and single
Coupled, unpaired
Mixed radix,
Can be shared.
Digitally based
Systematically aced
Zero blocks the chain
Based at one
The power redefines
Linear thinking holds
Only conversion
Characterises
The values you will find
Inside binary lines
THE TWO FEET by René Annandale
There was a man with two big feet
but never the two would meet.
For the left foot went definitely left
and the right foot went positively right
They would not even face each other at night.
Yet he would never trade them for any other.
One day the left foot said to the right
Do you think we might
be able to walk in the same direction?
The right foot said: Now what makes you ask such a silly question?
Well, said the Left. It is worth a try.
So the Right conceded, although he’d never know why.
For one day they traveled in harmony
but oh, it ended in a catastrophe.
You see, the man - the owner of the feet -
had to cross a busy street.
He was going to the bakery
but ended up in the cemetery.
The two feet were sorry for their loss
He was, after all, a kindly boss.
Yet they were happy to not have been separated,
for that would have left them exasperated.
Separation they would be unable to bear
They will for ever be an unpaired pair.
You gaze in wonder, at books of the library of thoughts,
With trepidation, of likes and loathes, to feed the minds’ draught,
An index, a reference section, never ever found,
Even in the hypnotic silence of the musky surrounds,
Your heart in shambles, realise it is unpaired,
Seeking for a rational index of souls to share,
Your perseverance was destined to no ones’ gain,
Up until you were hit by the drop of a rain,
Unrealised you posture, to the form of a mime,
Amidst the section of poetry’s’, endless rhyme,
With a mind bound, trained to build with bricks,
Imaginative poems was to provide your kicks,
Yet today you stand alone, in the surrounds of books,
Searching for your souls passion, in corners and nooks,
You are lucky, to be enabled, to function with hands,
Although in trance of stupor, by a psychotic mind-band,
As the chaotic lights, gleam, whizz, and pass you by,
You miss the expectant twinkle in the strangers’ eye,
Instead all that glare back, are books at hand,
Lost in your mind, without, an index band;
Two unknown strangers paired together to be in love but to only realized it was really untrue
love baby oh baby oh I love you this endlessly love you are the one who parallel with me side by side you point in the right direction you are the reason why I am smiling from ear to ear/ you made me better/ my renaissance the key to my heart. That was good old days now it’s just another off day
I don’t care about this lost anymore
“You better forget it” I can’t find easy love no more motivational speeches from you I am riding along these big gold wheels trying make that big leap back to the golden state bridge/I just came close to the edge I had to close my eyes and take another day off / How about now?/you upset me because I am unattached to you/ see you wasn’t focus on me you were to close with your EX/ You to wanted rekindle your past love while we were both together now we are both unpaired I hope you find that pot of gold you were looking for now I see you on the other side of the Bay/ Yeah i can you looking.
On a clear blue sky
Two doves fly, sadly unpaired
Broken hearted love.
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