the infinitesimal possibility of an idea

always expanding — the universe
coils itself around my little finger
in an unending loop
of space and time —

the suns are the stars, are the moons are the planets,
are the galaxy clusters,

certain to begin & end,

like an idea as a progeny of human-
ness, that binds itself to its own creation,

teeming with myths&legends or a lightyear-weary
compulsion, to mean something in the meanings
derived, in a big bite-sized hole at the center,


from a distant blue spot //just a lonesome ghost.

© Anmol Arora

For Physics with Björn – Cosmology and expanding horizons at WRT



The evolution of a being

from the childhood’s reverie

to a grown up’s veracity

from the glimmer of the stars

to the blaze of the sun

from a small injury

to a large gaping wound

from an innocent vision

to a gruesome deed

from the world of truth

to the universe of tall tales

from a fresh water lake

to the ever salty ocean

from the protection of the nest

to the vast lonely sky

from a seed that is sown

to a pest infected plant

from the drop of nectar

to an urn of venom,

the evolution of an infant

to a grown up soul

tarnished by world

shaded by emotions

from the afternoon nap

to the insomniac nights

from the playful toys

to the killer weapons,

there is an evolution

a real evolution

of a spirit as he turns

from a joyful mirth

to an evil sneer in the end.

* Written in response of Theme Thursday Writing Prompt.