A love letter no one reads,
a strange man no one needs,
a seed dropped upon the sand,
a starving child in a barren land--
Why trees reach toward the sky,
and grown men forget how to cry,
why a bird sings to its mate,
though she's gone and it's too late--
......
Sinners are always mentally stronger
While the strong turn mostly sinners.
Secular forces are the communal pawns
Violence and conflicts are social sores.
Women boldly flaunt their macho look
While men show their feme demeanors.
Most of the rich are poor by their heart
......
Above them, the tides rise,
reaching high into the heavenly skies,
and they fall-
falling deep enough to reach the land of souls.
Yet, beneath them all-
beneath this magnificent play,
lies another story,
a single shot, encapsulating the minds of the few.
The cherry blossom has stood bare,
birds of north nest in the far south,
......
For some,
a terrible nightmare
that sits waiting to pounce
from despairs’ reigning depths.
A hole with no escape
but through twisting tunnels
traversing the minds’ eye.
For others ...
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Everything has implication.
Our intuition radius is grand.
There is always X in the equation
Which at first we cannot comprehend.
Definitional domain of brain
Is relative as Theory approves:
There is nothing it cannot obtain,
No fact there is left without proofs.
Axioms claim norms for which they stand:
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With the rise of the morning sun,
the four white walls glow pearl,
the warmth of the rays- so comforting,
cradling me deeper into the bed.
And stronger the light burns,
waking me up- I need more sleep,
dragging myself forwards, I press play and the day proceeds.
Every strike of the hand, at every digit the stick lands,
doesn’t matter what night or what day,
yesterday remains a replica of today.
......
Above them, the tides rise,
reaching high into the heavenly skies,
and they fall-
falling deep enough to reach the land of souls.
Yet, beneath them all-
beneath this magnificent play,
lies another story,
a single shot, encapsulating the minds of the few.
The cherry blossom has stood bare,
birds of north nest in the far south,
......
The Paradox of Optimization—
Spotting gaps,
forging paths,
Relentless in refinement.
What fuels this fire?
A hunger that's never fed.
Perpetually dissecting—
Self, world, system.
"Must improve,"
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The young wife visits temples,
To pray for her husband's well being.
He attends a massage parlour.
She is about to die-
Her son, dwelling abroad sends dollars only
The mother dies of thirst.