Complexity Poems

Some say less is really more, or is it more is really less. I believe both to be true. The future screams towards us faster every day. The pace and complexity of life quickens. Technology more pervasive. The human psyche

” If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe.” —Carl Sagan It’s all in there, waiting, just waiting in the time before time, the universe, our universe, packed unimaginably tight, indistinguishably tight,

A man’s choice for imperfect specialty Devoid a woman’s continued quest for security Likewise the two waters in diversity. He believes compromise leads to serenity To the long-haired nothing but a fallacy Then why do the waters co-exist in harmony?

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Will the Twenty First Century be the end for Homo Sapiens? Can human minds and psyches stand up to the speed of change being metered out? Today, we make more decisions in a day than were made one hundred years

How I chose to live my life. I’m wired at birth, my personality in place. I’m sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place

We live in a universe of subatomic particles, the building blocks of everything else. All we can see and touch is made up of the stuff. Even in the seemingly empty void of space science tells us virtual particles pop

I watch the world go by, From my position at its periphery, I ask each day, For a sign, a message, Something to turn the senseless into the meaningful. My thoughts turn inward, My being aches with the pain of

Where do they come from? The brain is complex, of that there’s no doubt. Neurons, synapses, dendrites and axions, all woven together to make up our brain Somehow, from this complex mess we emerge, our consciousness our mind, all this

What does it look like? What does it sound like? How does it read? Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created? Did Newton invent his mathematics or did

A plaything it maybe for you Fiddling fidgeting is all you could do Taking for granted hurts it too But it doesn’t sit all quiet in the blue Longing for your attention Sitting rusty and dusty for Your moods to

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

Choices are a part Of voices from the heart. Without inner voice You have no choice. It is all a matter of choice How we use our voice. Back your choice With a strong voice. I made my choice Paying

Kashmir weeps, All her admirers abandoned, She had all to attract, The beautiful valleys, Proud and elegant mountains, Greenary,lakes and what not? A heaven on earth, Kashmir weeps, Curses its destiny, Literary turned into a military camp, Rich culture heritage

Now comes the day when thou art no more here To prattle with me rend’ring soft delight As thy heart knew that mellow joy, clear, Untainted free from world’s many a plight. Transcending din of town, thy musical charm Reached

Work on me,walk with me and find things I lost long ago Always in my heart,for you I will rinse my tears Toil on you,stand with you and find things you lost long ago Forever in your heart,for me you

Took a walk with my dog Rosie today. Walked by the orchard on the hill that we go by on our stroll, stopped to look back as I always do. It’s a very pleasant sight regardless of the season. The

A Clock ticking on over time Was the first reminder To pack the bags again. That indiscreet hoot of the cab Made it even worser. Time to be on the roads again, Leaving two frail souls to fend for themselves

Love brings a sparkle of lust Or a tenderness of pure heart Tones of affection leaving you breathless for more…. Its voice caressing your soul We long to be loved and equally reciprocate. How can love break your heart It’s

Brambly winds has shaken the buds of your may And may be your coral is much more red And in the blue Mediterranean where she has lay The dreams of a crystalline streams by her bed Past her garden where

What is teenage do you really know? Biologically it’s the time you grow The time when hormones start to flow When when what you feel you can not show. Some say it is the time you start to fight You

Ready to dismember the red geraniums rains had no mercy. Thunder did not show any preference and hails had felled the pride of tall grass. Denuded, the hungry man walked towards liberty. Moral tapestry in scape after scape cried, the

One of the men who I always did brawl, He did the same with me when I did sprawl Against him in and around the school wall. But I loved him as he supported in my fall. He always who

Hope burns bright…lighting the way through the darkness…it vanishes…dreams of tomorrow, torn away…walls crumble…and he who dwells amongst the shadows…strikes without warning…his poison fills me…corrupting my body, my mind, my soul…forced to suffer…a captive made…chained, forever cursed…my nightmare, a twisted

This one is for CHINUA A star among stars The big tree has fallen But nature I blame For such a blunder I know you look down Up there Your footprint still draws breath Yesterday your legacy I saw your

Carlton the caterpillar loved to explore the branches of the trees, way up high, his days full of joy but like many a boy he dreamed of the clouds in the sky. But unlike his friends, his dreams knew no

And then March arrives. Summer again. The neem trees smile, They have to flower, Only they can defeat the sun, And remind us, Once again, ‘I bear this for the earth to cool somewhere’ While others dry, droop and fall,

The air whirled around in circles. Dried leaves whistled beneath my feet. Something was trying to delay me. Something strange was afoot. Rain started to drip, drip, drip. Then torrents down on my face. I was surely getting the message.

If thoughts were paper boats, I’d catch one by its sail, And gently steer it, Towards the light that plays peekaboo, On your skin, That waltzes against mine, Stubble scathing through the softness, Till I can smell your breath, Contouring

some things are not like other things late afternoon sun on snow a color different from all other colors intimation of warmth sprinkled on the essence of its opposite the fundamental substance of cold my shadow pointing east as I

A Buddha moon bellies upon the clouds And with the staccato echo of heels on concrete I hurry to my window, for it was the sound of when once you came home In that time when I knew love by

”Shards Of Happiness” Happiness and contentment The best gifts of God, happiness Glitters in innumerable shards Writing verses gives immense Pleasure to bards, their quills are like the golden rods. Happiness is like a broken crystal ball, broken into pieces

Away in the distance on a cold dreary night The horizon is lit by flickering lights From storm clouds as black as the darkest heart The lightning tears the very air apart The grumbling mass of swirling bile The silence,

It rained heavily last night, And the pillow got wet, A sleepless night, a painful night. Don’t you see! Her scars and her swollen eyes, Happiness turned into remorse, And the stream of enthusiasm changed its course. Just one moment,

Don’t mourn my brethren in effect you must rejoice The cause of contention lies silenced forever voice Futile is moving penance it’s just a transitory phase When hated my presence then why play up of praise Worthy never deemed living

Who Are they? Wonders, or walking living machines? They sleep in a cradle, fed on their mothering arms Growing up desensitised with fictitious joy There they open their arms and glide. Their eyes gaze on the synthetic flashy lights Where

Ages ago, story of a girl Dejected for what she looked Thinking just fair and beautiful Had rights to glory booked Did not realize that beauty Lies in the eyes of beholder Always self deprecated Life felt like a boulder

Pull out the pellets from my chest, I had fallen in a brutal crackdown. A black moon was taking revenge. You were staring straight in the eyes of death. The biker, has lost the charisma. The apples were never so

I feel like a teardop rolling down a face I can feel the shape of the cheek I trace I’m just salty water hanging it’s true But so much pain I have go through The pain of a child with

The birds are so bright with their song The rain from the night still lingers on The coldness of the breeze cuts surprisingly long The darkness turns to light and to the day you now belong The slumbering sleep becomes