Dichotomy of Choice
You had me at hello!
Should have better said it with red roses,
Than gifting carnations yellow.
Is it just a few chemicals working overtime?
An irrepressible, heady cocktail in its prime -
Adrenaline rushing my heart,
Cortisol and anxieties pricking like dart,
As serotonin brings back memories, my mind can’t thwart.
Is it just me doped by dopamine,
Or is it something more surreal and divine?
But as this melody chimes,
And works on us at different times,
As asynchronous as cosine and sine;
Meeting only momentarily,
At the reciprocal of under-roots of us two, by design.
If the roots and the path we take are so similar,
I don’t know what keeps us apart, oh dear!
Even the functions and constants,
As disparate, irrational, elusive and complex
As exponential, pie, and ‘i’ -
First, representing acceleration and escape;
Second, symbolizing perfect symmetry,
Bending a line, and binding it in a circular geometry;
Third, under-root of negativity,
Finding its existence in a world imaginary -
Combine wonderfully with unity,
In Euler’s Identity,
To lose themselves
In the purity, simplicity and nothingness
Of a timeless, dimensionless zero.
All the pieces of jigsaw, so complex
Find each other through warps of time and space,
Surrendering themselves to completeness.
Waxes and wanes,
Our feeling for the other.
Sweet, it is sometimes, and sometimes sour;
As asynchronous as cosine and sine;
Marred mostly by thoughts asinine.
All we need, is to increase our power,
And unite to be one, in the new equations we discover.
Otherwise, we remain a couple of functions, defunct,
Where one of us has to fade, for the other to rise.
posted by vagrant_vikas @ 8:04 PM
1 Comments:
A beautiful piece with a use of apostrophe.
It starts with the classic romantic clichés of flowers, hellos.
But the start of second para cautions the readers by playfully objected rhyme of an awakening love, while also making it very obvious that love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different locations/ thought process/ culture/ time frame.
In the entire poem, the writer suggests that the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must wait to profess his love as best he can; -- a world intense and strange, complete in itself will be created.
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