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]
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
Loved the ending!!
making .. life out of Geometry..!!
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!
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 !!!
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! :)
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.
oshadharon
(if you understand bengali dat is)
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.
what an awesome mix...m so fond of this one..