Going round the world,
I see you,
In every corner of it,
In each heart's beat.
...
Once I counted the stars,
Very dim to bright,
White, blue and reddish scars
On a dark black night.
...
This World is still our Home.
Where terrorism hovers
And innocents get killed.
Where the survivors made to suffer,
...
They sit in their towers, untouched, unshaken,
Signatures sealing fates with careless hands.
Errors written in ink that we must erase,
Spending hours, days—our futures at stake.
...
Overwhelmed by emotions… I bled; I wrote.
I wrote a letter, no one will note.
I spoke. No one heard.
...
Yes!
Physics isn't a subject. It's a lens. A way of seeing.
Not a discipline confined to paper and telescopes,
...
The anomalies shine harder than the laws you can derive.
The glimpse I should not have had is carved harder than the hands held daily.
The audacity of being both fleeting and unreachable, the brand of absence.
...
My mistake is that I understand,
And my failure was thinking it would help.
I see through it all, but I cannot move.
Knowing enough to doubt, but not enough to prove.
...
I understood the longing of the electron to return,
And that longing is light.
I feel my longing for you.
...
There bloomed a flower near my heart; bees danced in wild delight.
I sat away and watched; let's see how long they bite.
They swarmed and buzzed in madness, sipping nectar every while;
I stayed alone in silence, stockpiling nectar with a smile.
...
I was cycling through the night.
A house lamp spilled light on the road,
and I saw my shadow fall behind,
sprinting to catch me.
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Tensors:
Where the coordinates bent, it stood invariant,
where frames rotated, it whispered,
...
And I came out from the dust,
Standing beside the road
Below a broken mast,
In a thoughtful mode.
...
I am bored of studying
I won't study anymore
Who always tell me to study
Don't ever tell me anymore.
...
You Are
Going round the world,
I see you,
In every corner of it,
In each heart's beat.
You are that,
In one, when the beloved is dead.
You are the origin of the tears
Of each pair of eyes,
You are the ground of the fear
Settled in, every living mind.
You are the blow of anger
From pieces of living heart,
You bring on the danger
When one is hurt.
You are the depression
And, the cause of one's oppression,
On others and oneself.
The depression, the hearts forever hide,
Creates the thoughts to abide
By the laws, very vile.
But, you create the cause,
Of a good deed, done.
You are also the mind's beat,
When a good deed is done.
You are the intellectual beat
When something is achieved;
You are the nervous beat
When a destination is reached.
You are the cause,
Of every fine and vile in the world;
I see you,
Going round the world.
Think the different Do the rare Make the difference Be the Great.
Keep a mind that sees what other refuses to see.