Whole in a Part

Whole in a Part
Visvanathan Balasaravanan

Stretching
far far away,
very far away,
(like the first-love joy)
The Universe.

Universe.
The whole.
Where shall I fix its boundary?
For any big THING, will have its boundary.
May be after many solar systems,
so many galaxies and so many…

Its boundary I shall find.

What will after that boundary be?

A uni-Universe, shall I assume.
Again, beyond uni-Univese?
May be
non-ending space…
or non-ending boundary after boundaries
and even then,
everything, being a single THING,
has its boundary.

Where is it?

Small small things…
the smallest thing…
The Atom.

The indivisible Part – as they say.
Divided the small thing
into much smaller things;
electrons, protons, neutrons.

What’s an electron or
its colleagues, inside?
For any small THING
will have something Inside.

What’s Inside ‘that something’?
a some-Something, shall I assume.
Again, inside some-Something?

Can
The Boundary of the Universe be Inside an Atom? *

How can I
end?
When I think of
endless THINGS…

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*May be that's why atom bomb breaks to yield lots of energy !


- the most blessed are those who encounter the toughest times... because, God thought you are the strongest to handle these toughest...

Naked Dreams

Naked Dreams
Visvanathan Balasaravanan

Those sensuous lines of
John Keats, who lives
in my bookshelves

the dancing ‘jimiki’
in a girl’s ears

bright Black in everything;
the nothing of light

haunting memories
that rushes my
adrenaline

spontaneous watering
on seeing
a beautiful girl

spending twenty-five hours
a day,
playing with kids

the romantic red-blue clouds
of the evening west

the moody white-blue clouds
of the evening east

cute wrinkles of my
grandpa’s face,
which urges me to pinch

the deserted room, of my home
factory of my creative works

tasty smell of
archive books,
in between its pages

the smell
before and after
a pluvial scene

moon light
over the rooftop

fresh green trees
after bathing in
rain

soothing sodium vapour lamps’
rays of
patience and satisfaction in life

soft and calm
terracotta of Buddha

window seats of
city bus with
long rides

shiny black crow
flying through the
white bright clouds

…more, when I like more……


- the most blessed are those who encounter the toughest times... because, God thought you are the strongest to handle these toughest...