Reality is stranger than fiction

And caption is where the story lies!

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"Tell me", demanded the string, in fury
To the physicist working on his theory,
"Why must I always behave and dress ideal,
But never deviate, like my friends in real?
Why must you label my slim length massless?
I am friends with Higgs boson, by God's grace
Why can I not slip and slide
And go over the pulley for a long ride,
Why am I always forced to balance
A man, a block or a monkey, by chance?
And even if I snap due to excessive tension,
The falling block is your gold, me - no attention
Why can't I stay in your free body diagrams,
Have some inertia, weigh a few kilograms,
Make some complex coiling dynamic motion
Asking for rotational treatment in this notion?"
The physicist scratched his head
And the bulb lit up bright red,
"Say no more, I got exactly what you want
From today, you will no longer be called blunt.
The quarks will divide and coil, twist, knot
Open and closed, loops and branes; and what not!
The fundamental forces will be down at your feet,
String theory will be a new tale in an 11-D sheet."

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- STRING THEORY -

Some words are never meant
to co-exist on a single page
of dictionary.
Poets create multi verses
to string them together.
Unfortunately, i am not a word,
a physical being in world nether.

I keep my hopes on Physicists,
not for finding a version of you
with a version of me.
That illusion, I can create my own
imagining.

Among those countless spaces,
if I find a version of you
in which you are alone,
like I am,
in this version of mine.
I would sew
our spaces,
with 'string' twine.

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If we all are made out of strings as per the string theory that means we must be connected and aligned with each other.

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STRINGS

From no strings attached,
To discussing the theories of string,
And finally dancing on the tunes of guitar strings.
Feels like magic, isn't it?

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Study my heart,
as if it was string theory.
Rehearse my mind,
as if it was the brief history of time.

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We never hurt others but just dampen the oscillations of our own strings.
For we all are just patterns of vibrations, coherent, and on this fabric of space-time are intertwined.

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My past keeps crawling in my dreams
Making me crave for what I never had.

People keep pointing at what I suck
Fingering in a twat, I never had.

Let them make their wild rabbits hop
In the conceptual maze that I never had.

I'ld say like others, I'm not in a rat race
But that's a fictitious thought I never had.

All our lives run in connected circles
All we do is 'Search a dot I never had'.

Life as a particle, dots as string makers
What M-theory sought.. I never had.

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