Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

Deconstruction Of Determinism


Who merits fate, -immanent will!
The dark –blue tendrils,
The Unconscious chasm seasons,
And wraps Time in magician’s bag.

Where is the Temporal in Permanence,
Black-hole dissolves in Unified field,
The periodic table farms matter in life,
Birth-bed and crimination coincide.

Yours Universe and mine world,
Plank’s jump into Einstein’s space ,
The timeless God-particle dominates,
Spirit evolves matter to defy the same.

The absolute abstract geometric points,
Bubble and bubble, fade and fade.

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013
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