III – Admiration
All of us seem to know the feeling
Of being late to school or work,
With bathroom floor replacing
The white ceiling. The time that we are seeing
So furiously fly by.
The same time that slows down among
Those late noon cold and boring lectures
Except for mathematical abstraction
Which, for many, sounds like something weird –
“My God, did you just say you enjoy maths?”
I say, “Oh certainly, I did!”. In fact,
My sentimental leaning
Into the miracles of numbers that it brings
Along with all that we can see.
If anything, time blows out of proportion
Through every single moment that I feel
My hand guiding my pen to put down values
My brain zooming right past the others’
Gloomy sync. I start to fall, leaving
No trail, no sign of my existence
No line on the imaginary plane
My cells will slowly, gradually adhere with me –
Math is the way
To die and live.
IV – Symmetry
Divinely asymmetrical, our faces for the most of us
Our hearts;
The ones that beat insanely fast
The moment once we solve a problem.
Of conscious thought, the symmetry of sounds
Is never same, yet we are so familiar
Like spiders in their rigidly sound webs.
The world, the planet spins around
Just one vertical pole,
While we, the moons of our parents
The martians to ancestors
In our very own infinite soul
We all
Have infinitely many points of focus
But only few can very clearly see,
What’s needed, when and how, to focus on.