It is carnival time
I wonder what brings people together ?
Is it the music and the crowd ?
Is the joy and the pleasure of being together ?
Or the thrill of encroaching busy streets and highways,
at midnight, and holding up the traffic ? Continue reading “Ah the Carnival ):”
The pips might meet its kith and kin,
in the very recipiente do lixo organico, Continue reading Three little orange pips
Many a thing possesses.
Including My heart which has one.
My bedside alarm clock has one.
It’s cycles of numbers repeating itself,
Must qualify as a rhythm likewise.
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Continue reading “Rhythms”
Would humans eventually fall Prey to the mind ? Continue reading Imaginar um mundo onde…
{In a gigantic spherical vessel, Of some mass of 1000 exa tonnes, With some three trillion trees And another million trillion trillion of pr0-microbes, Hosting billions of bipeds And a Gogol of insects, And still hanging in space, Protecting itself from the Harmful rays, Where is the room for feelings and emotions, For fear and hate ?} Continue reading A gigantic spherical vessel
[How does the yeast know.
When and where to close its boundary.
I shall always wonder.
Often nature is attributed
To a random process.
Yet, it functions.
As though it has a heart
Of its own.] Continue reading “Closing ones borders and other such things…”
A place where one
explores life to its fullest, Continue reading Is it too much?
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What would happen
when all the knowledge and memories
from childhood to adulthood,
from colleges to universities,
cease to operate in the entire humanity?
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We have a white board in the office upstairs where we usually sit, if we are not working in the lab. This poem came to life on Friday, while cycling to work. The white board yearns for its alter ego: the black board. Of course, these words can be erased, but once they have come together and joyfully consummated, they become inseparable. They reach a stable union which even the Goliath cannot pull them apart.
Perpetual Motion of Thought 