Like Mathematics

Plummeting on whirling, twirling happenstances, Purging away from appalling reminiscences, Hauling out her soul from such sticky black-hole, She needed someone to hold. Picking, stitching her teary, weary capacitances, An unsteady lone particle, travelling hefty distances, Tearing herself away from her soul- like sticky charcoal, She needed someone to hold. And be told that she…

IN THE WIDTH OF A PAPER

We are part of some mechanism Connected, yet may ain’t know each other Spinning around like the twin planets But we ain’t just two, It’s a mystery made of symmetry Everything here has to be balanced This is infinite Spitted out mathematics And a negligible bit We are of it. A correlation at its maximum…