TheScientificTriangle

You might be wondering

What oddities rule the clamouring,

What grows in the mind?

What moves in the soul?

What stirs the body?

Impulses, conscience, goose bumps?

But, is it all of it?

Or all of none?

Ruling, scaling, scalding, moulding

millions by day and night’s beholding.

Strange is human behaviour.

Which responds to the odds

with even and even with odd.

This is perhaps the

power of oddities, glimmering

& dousing the mind blank.

Oddities arise, evenness rests.

The night falls as the day beckons.

Have you understood it all?

Or do you feign knowledge.

As you know quintessential whole.

Proud of the wise soul.

It’s funny often how the mind flies.

It springs from the third eye.

Bidding our entity a firm good bye.

There is no girl in this, nor a guy.

It’s all about an energy, soul and a lie.

Life is a lie, death is truth in my

truce. I like my pie

as of now, devoid of a sigh.

It’s going to be a tie

I know between life and dying highs.

One day as I sit alone and repeat aye-aye.

Death will be lovely but life is no less a fly.

As I fly high often leaving behind the deathly sly

death soaring, flying, dreaming joys to cry.

My equipments.

I found them at my home, long after I had to leave dancing.

This is the basic costume and the ghoongroos.🤓

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I have one more poem published.

Please read it and like it.

It’s on Shantanu Baruah’s site.

The link is here:

https://afflatuz.com/you-were-my-world-a-poem-by-snehashree/

Hope you like it.

Geezzzz

It’s a sad one and an everyday experience.

When I lived quite a bit in life,

I knew I had learnt to feel.

Felt tears, felt smiles, anger,

revenge, falsities, brevity’s delight.

I felt many more things like I was

less a human and something else.

I felt a bird, a tree, an animal, a cat.

Often a mouse, a blade of grass and also a bat.

But, then I knew not why I felt so much.

I looked around but humans don’t feel such

things. I felt compassion and love, filial love once, oft late.

Then I asked myself how it served me?

When I began feeling humans around.

Oh! I write a bit to feel my surround.

Note for readers: I realised I must add it up

The genre remains same.

However covers different variants of human emotions

Please leave your comments if you like them

and feel free to add your opinions.

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Love is shiny satin,

Love is soothingly calm,

Love is mutual blessing

Love is wedding 👰

Love is wildly restless,

Love is sweet and somber

Love is moving mountains

Love is loving you no less, yet more.

Love is like the meek Dorset

Love is a tight corset

Love is like a cheap trinket

Valuable more than the ravishing anklet.

Love is always you,

It began with a few,

When I was born with bones and sinews

Love is kids and crew.

But, then I got up from bed

I lost the sight I loved to behold

I wanted to sleep again,

Yet I could no more.

You live in me and within the sea

In my heart locked up for free.

I met you in the narrow sick room,

Lit by 🔥 fire and the feet 🧹 broom

Many walked around,

I too loitered and I found

you, but then I yield no profit

As I eat my head in my tuffet.

Had I been able to yield you

more than the heart and runes

You could come and take me

To you, but yet no more.

I was taught these lines by my mother

“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing”

“Contemplate” she said.

When you rise up every single day,

When you have the power to realise the million way,

When you live and know what He said

In these words each year at least once.

You know it was a way shown by him

to live life and look at it, in a certain way.

Death was not strong enough to let him not teach,

He taught till the end like it was a daily preach.

The words tell you and me a lot.

It tells us what we must do when fought

by people who see only one way to live

one way to thrive, one way to give.

Since they are scared to live many shades

fearing their kingdom on earth more than Heaven and Hades.

Have you ever been banned?

Dumped, thrown in a tight can, canned.

Have you ever been damned?

After being someone much famed.

Have you ever been gunned?

Dying alone eating skills you once honed.

Unable to work, since your wires are jammed.

Not knowing how to move, lamely tainted.

Well, once I was maimed,

In horror I stood alone unnamed.

All were crying foul and opined

grotesque stuffs against me untamed.

But, then I took it, not at all ashamed,

I looked ahead, I was waxed & waned.

I could do nothing, yet I stole profane

words of obliterated and obscene fame.

But, then fame was all a game,

I did very well as a dame,

In the game of madness and clever shame,

I fooled quite a few timid and the tamed.

I fooled many, got fooled by some insane

bits and canniness was handy yet mundane.

Now, I have what I needed, out of the sane

disguise of madness, cane crossed vanity in vain.

Have you ever been banned?

Dumped, thrown in a tight can, canned.

Have you ever been damned?

After being someone much famed.

Have you ever been gunned?

Dying alone eating skills you once honed.

Unable to work, since your wires are jammed.

Not knowing how to move, lamely tainted.

Well, once I was maimed,

In horror I stood alone unnamed.

All were crying foul and opined

grotesque stuffs against me untamed.

But, then I took it, not at all ashamed,

I looked ahead, I was waxed & waned.

I could do nothing, yet I stole profane

words of obliterated and obscene fame.

But, then fame was all a game,

I did very well as a dame,

In the game of madness and clever shame,

I fooled quite a few timid and the tamed.

I fooled many, got fooled by some insane

bits and canniness was handy yet mundane.

Now, I have what I needed, out of the sane

disguise of madness, cane crossed vanity in vain.

Joys are cherubic in this land.

Love is ephemeral when goes hand in hand.

I love the breeze and the sand.

Music in the breeze, I was once in a band.

Every time I remember you, your face, your eyes

The dye in my face dies, revealing sighs,

Moments matter and we live in some such whys,

Always, ever again, downtrodden bye byes.

I would love to meet you several times,

I would love to hold hands with you several more times,

Run my arms across your eye which shines

and feigns ignorance to my state within my spine.

I have loved you, God knows how many times,

I told you, an unfulfilled wish, cackling mimes,

I still wish I could just live with you through the grimes,

Place my head on your shoulders and rhyme.

But, the world stands as a foe, trying to see

What I do, when the spear digs deep in my tee,

The bones break or I breathe again during the wee,

It was always you and would never be me.

But then I tried yet I remain wherever I was within you,

I would slowly pull over making way to your view,

As I recede in the mountains of known and unknown hue,

I would still be happy to know you exist in the queue.

Yet, I can never reach you

The world is a wall few

fought and few could see and sew

Yet, I would be happy for you,

Slowly dying holding the dew

By the beautiful silent and calm view.