The Universe

The realm of tangibility,
comprised of things that we can touch or feel,
is nothing but the visible tip
of an iceberg called, the universe.

The world of human senses or
even the grand Milky Way of our thoughts
is nothing but a grain of sand,
to the universe, had it been a desert land.

This universe is the primordial being
created by the God or Nature, for even
the odyssey of time and space began
one full ‘Planck time’ later than its creation.

* ‘Planck time’ = (5.32 × 10 to the power -44) Seconds which is the briefest physically meaningful span of time.

Poetry?!?!

Dedicated to my fellow poet friend and mentor, Mr. Pradeep Bhatt

Wish I could make these haunting words
go far away! Wish I could leave the surge
of all these incoherent thoughts behind,
buried deep, somewhere in my mind!
But they keep coming back as if
the iceberg of my subconscious world
has unleashed them all on my solitude
to be played like a hollow riff.
The hunger in my blood to fill it in
right then has never let me sleep and dream
and what is left in the end is insane,
no ideas, nothing sublime at the core,
just with the surge of words and scattered thoughts
like notes both in and out of the scale,
a song with no tune and no melody.
Until it is done an eerie agony
would never let me sleep undead and I have tried.
How I wish I could sleep for the rest of my life!