More than Words !

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Perhaps, poetry straddles between the science of knowing, and the art of writing. And I am not sure how to confront puzzles. The worlds viewpoint, ideas and experiences. The array of thoughts, forms and technologies. Disguise of morality and prosperity, founded upon the language of pragmatic thinkers. A remarkable aim of finding cognitive semantics. As electrons we meet in electronic disguise. A degitalized era of art and fantasy. A striking rejuvenation of thoughts and philosophy. Missed connections, and existential poetry. The cacophony of imprinted verbatim. The struggle between privacy and piracy. A lost generation. And the new age prophecy. Reality perfected and projected with crafted imaginations. An encounter with the god within. A hope to reach out to the world and tweet about it. A hinted invitation to everyone globally. I am as drunk as anyone can get, and as sober as one can be. A direct deeper play of structure. This might be...

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By the fence of clear sky- he finds an unusual lopsided shape. His eyes are restless,  legs imprinting confinements  hands exploring dreams,  a sudden bloom,  full-stop. The hankering of words leaving him in a perpetual coherence,  a slow break. A sudden collapse. Her heart was an artifact.  She, 'an alien'. She came, experimented and flew away.  For him, the arrival was the end. This is the paradox of decorated hearts. The desertification of soul  where conquerors-  are just beggars. Something like that,  nothing more. Muffling snow in her eyes. Her wings, her dissolution.  Her presence, her absence. And importantly her lucidity. Now go, she says.  Where to, he says.  Anywhere she says. He does,  He is now her'e. She is nowhere !!

Wittgenstein said,  that which can be shown,   cannot be said.   Oh, how true he was. How true I am. Words are like carbon.   Some mix to form stones and papers.   Some are rare diamonds.   And I am sapphire.   Oh, how egoist of me to say so. For I am, what I make of me.   A god in disguise.   Or, the devil deceiving. Mirror oh, mirror.   Show me that which is not beautiful.   Every detail, every function.   Don't misjudge.   Don't be lost. There is none. Is there ? Life is transcendental.   Beauty is universal. Yet, humor is not acceptable.   But I have to say.   This mathematics is unusual. Gravity is sweeping me of my feet.   For me, that's magical.   And time is optional. And she is a philosopher.   My analogs are irrational.   Her eyes are rational. So mirror, the beautiful mess is   ...

Dimensions are shadows- of the recurrent trio of heart. Happiness, sadness  and beautiful emptiness. Heartbeats transmuted to love. Love governing the faith. Faith ruled by treachery of lies.  Lies carrying the karma.  Karma, overshadowing the life.  The repetitive cycle.  Heartbeats transmuted to love. Recycling karma.  Ad Infinitum. 

The seeds get  confused of trees- Dear brother,  why are you here ? what for ? Infertile soil hoping for miraculous life- Little struggles, her fingertips, rugged pine trees. Dear brother,  let me survive ! If this planet had a heart,  it would beat faster now ! Her eyes on temporary delays   his eyes stuck on her eyes-  for a while,  for a little while.  Tree's are illogical ! Plato said: 'Let none ignorant of geometry enter here'. She would get admitted easily, for she knows the patterns.  And her presence is matchless beauty  and inclined accuracy.  Dear brother,  Why are you bad with reasoning ? Branches unfolding- word-mongers hovering around.  Shaft of irony and beauty. Her notions of probable causes.  Infinite structures. Objectification of her labyrinth. Dear brother,  Your poems are dead.  Where's the ceaseless flow? ...