Geometric Gibberish

Indescribably in a rectangular path
I measure height and you, width.
Diagonally we traverse crossing each other
Longing for a square.

Wishing...
(Alas, if we had been a bit alike)

Three points - You, me and us.
We try converging into each other.
Frantically you unto me, me onto you.
and the last remains, untouched.

(Lust is it that never touches 'us' (love?))

I always took geometry as philosophy.
The smallest unit, a point, is dimensionless- a dot.
Like my white wish painted against your black refusals.
Black and white - they crisscross. Coexist invisibly.

(What remains is an orange dot of defying Sun)

In this gibberish, which are too minute to understand
Or cynically un-reasoned,
I talk of future, you talk of facts. We sum up- failure.

But of whom? I ask, you ask - to each other.

Despite knowing the 'Earth is round'
We could never love circles.


SoUmY@

[Pardon my french]

Comments

Bharath said…
Fabulous!
Loved the ending!!
The GeeK said…
Nice... work..
making .. life out of Geometry..!!
Usha Pisharody said…
Indescribably amazing composition :) And you term it gibberish at some point, very intelligently, because for lesser beings such as us, this sublime piece might seem so to mathematically challenged people like me :)

Three points - You, me and us.
We try converging into each other.
Frantically you unto me, me onto you.
and the last remains, untouched.

[Remember another three point poem you had written earlier? About how stability is best achieved with three points? You disprove that brilliantly here! Great job :)]



I always took geometry as philosophy.
The smallest unit, a point, is dimensionless- a dot.
Like my white wish painted against your black refusals.
Black and white - they crisscross. Coexist invisibly.

The earlier comment on what brings genius out of creativity, is very much in place here! Extraordinary metaphors!]



In this gibberish, which are too minute to understand
Or cynically un-reasoned,
I talk of future, you talk of facts. We sum up- failure.

Ecclectic, and awesome, the threads you weave here... something for everyone to bite into



Despite knowing the 'Earth is round'
We could never love circles.

And of course, a brilliant close!

Superb poetry Soumya. Take a bow!
Anonymous said…
Three points - You, me and us.
We try converging into each other.
Frantically you unto me, me onto you.
and the last remains, untouched.

(Lust is it that never touches 'us' (love?))



Phantastic !!!
Shal said…
This was mind blowing

Wat a poem, excellently written

The message is so clear, involves lot of technology but does not compromise even a bit on the feelings

Bravo! :)
Jadis said…
'We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.'
-Pink Floyd.

brilliant poem.
Samadrita said…
Loved this one :)
Wild Strawberry said…
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Wild Strawberry said…
In a word-----
oshadharon
(if you understand bengali dat is)
NesQuarX said…
Hahah... Geometry and gibberish, we are just so both.

It's always fascinating to see how we keep searching for conceptual analogies to match our range of emotions... This one's as close as it gets, congrats.
BirdBrain said…
the three locus...you me and us..stationary and moving..union and journey....
what an awesome mix...m so fond of this one..

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