In the era of lust,
The alphabets V and I
fell for each other so unfathomed
that they befell proportional to
each other and to prove, they got married.
And after a year at the same constant love,
They got a baby 'R' and tears of glee
filled each others eyes and life.
And thus continued their happy story....

| • V=I*R ( ohms law )

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She ~
A cocktail of galaxies and poems.

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P h y s i c l á ~

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Dimensions of a dimensionless poet ~

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Poets are weird.
They smudge seasons with tints
Of autumn and monsoon,
And call it ache.

Poets are weird.
They weigh life with quarks
and leptons,
Yet beautify each strings
with the scent of bird's abode.

Poets are weird.
They barter hearts for pain
And then sell pain for poems
according to the status of
market trading life.

Poets are weird.
They light candles across
the space between lines and
call it starlit lanterns of bliss.

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(Recreation)
/ physiclá

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Poets are weird.
They call hearts a wormhole
And then disappear into a blackhole
to make love out of time.

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Moment I live in ~

I'm at this breath of time, breathing in a
cocoon built out of my own poems and those
songs which struck a chord deep inside my
heart.

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