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A drive-in at the edge of time,
its neon humming louder than the stars.
One thing on the menu,
the thing I swore I wanted most.
Infinity stacked on infinity,
the order already written on the slip.

I reach for the tray,
pretending it’s a choice.
But my hunger was calculated years ago,
folded into ads and family scripts,
into the rhythm of bills and debts,
into a father’s silence,
a mother’s instruction,
all of it rehearsed.

Uncertainty—
they call it quantum,
a blur between position and momentum.
But uncertainty lives only in the act of looking.
Particles don’t hesitate;
they march in algebraic procession.
And I am no different:
neurons, traumas, desires,
just more math grinding forward.

The menu watches me back.
Each decision a loop,
each rebellion already anticipated.
Off-menu dreams rerouted,
sold back as neon slogans
on the same cracked sign.

Here is the human cost:
streets of people circling the counter,
mistaking repetition for freedom.
Whole cities of choice collapsing
into prefab inevitability.

And yet—
art mutates.
Sometimes it glows louder,
selling the same meal in brighter colors.
Sometimes it scrawls graffiti on the wall:
there are other kitchens.

Cancer or evolution,
mutation or recursion,
all of it still algebra.
But maybe—
just maybe—
algebra can surprise itself.
It’s been raining for days
And the sun seems to be unfazed
Behind the clouds, it retreats  
Savouring a sun-time, free

The evening brought a surprise
It rained with some sunshine
A magical moment revealed
The breeze playfully chimes

Droplets of rain glistened
Long and short, like beads
As the breeze played along
Trees danced to a new song

A momentary dance
rain and sun chose
Magical moments froze
Green leaves quivered
On every branch on trees
This happened yesterday, it was lovely, that’s the least I can say  :)
23/08/2025
Here we are
              just him and I
               beneath a tell-tale sky of high.  
I
             hanging on  
       like a rose on a trellis,
                       in a garden of love !
He
                like a garden lattice
                             sure and steady.
Worship dreams of valor
                everything else is
                         just a paler shade of
               blue...
Here we are
              the open sky and I
          and the One who seeded me
  like a rose in a garden,  
                 of pure perfection!
In some ways
We are all sincerely
Insincere
Trying to be
Just to be

Selfishly selfless
In some ways
Not knowing
Where it goes
Trying to be
Just to be

Wearing a facade
Trying to shed
To breathe, to calm the nerves,
frayed, at ease
Trying to be
Just to be

Just like a thought
Accidentally lost
The words erased
Trying to change the font
All Lost
While writing a poem to post, I lost my thought and the words(Accidentally erased), I tried remembering, but I am not sure if it’s the same, so I am just posting what I have.
no matter what happens,
it's always her.

she's there through my
platonic breakups,
romantic breakups,
emotional breakdowns,
overwhelm,
and the nights i cry myself to sleep.

she's there
every
single
time.

that's why it's always her.


but you know..
things change.

people change.

so maybe it's not always her.
atleast not anymore,
not the way it once was.

she's not there anymore.

but honestly?
nor am i.
and im trying to move on
from her.

and i think im almost there.
date wrote: 25/8
"friendship breakups hurt the worst" for me it's the silent drifting. the kind where no one explains whats wrong and why you aren't as close as you used to be.

anyway, hellooo
Pink cotton candy clouds
Made of sweet spun sugar
Look too good to eat
I want to touch them
As they paint the sky
Against a bright blue sky
It’s stunning look
As they drape  a rose colored city
With an exotic look
It looks unreal
Pink cotton candy clouds
Remind me of pink Necco wafer candies
Bringing back sweet memories
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