East and West, North and South
and the rest nadir and zenith
Earth- dice that roll along a locus
that's predetermined!
What number whither a face
we have been assigned to there?
Nobody knows but the one
that throws this eternal spooky dice!
Akin to a *Brownian speck, random walks every life!
Haphazard- yes, forget it-
the concept of chance- you believe!
27th February 2010
*Brownian motion- aimless motion- that of the dust particles witnessed in a ray of bright light or the motion similar to a man fully drunken
Very much pleasing your choice of words... certainly truthful....and definitely a masterpiece...'the concept of chance, in believe! '...well said...thank you Kesav
i am hopelessly searching for words that would match your words but your poem is....matchless
very deeply reflective write on the plight of man on the earth, appropriately titled' random walk'. God alone knows where and why of our lives. we feel we are victims of chance and destiny. i have been trying to log on to your page for days. can you believe it, i could do it from a quaint town in Netherlands today, last night i was wondering am i really in Europe. may be it was not just random chance or flight. i had to read this poem, so beautifully penned, a bit reflective and full of wisdom and acceptance of what is beyond our comprehension. Mamta thanks Kesav. i love all your work. the sincerity and integrity just shows...
very nice poem. your opening lines are wonderful and catchy too. take care
Very profound and uniquely Kesav. I appreciate your style. Warm regards, Sandra
loved it. witty, as always. 'Earth a dice that rolls along a locus that’s predetermined! ' very deep and beautiful. thank you. never thought brownian motion would be used in such a way! kudos.
yes, u are right.the uncertainties of life does make us feel that life is not organised but as disorganised as a brownian motion.loved it.
Her head in a basket thru random walk...King Henry did send, you've opened a flood of images! well done, regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'no body knows but one that throws this eternal spooky dice' a line eternal for all ages...the haphazard random brownian motion holds good evenin a common man's life...lovely comparison there..'concept of chance.in believe'...the sun's throw of light to the world should be random too..a very different poem sir