#methods
When walking down a busy road,
I saw everyone follow a line untold.
That line never was there,
But remained as the only thing fair.
Since then I see lines again
And again in one place or two.
A seat, coordinated for every little grain,
And none, ever, misplaced in the cue.
In buildings anew, among flocks and mass
Lines cast a shadow to view, a petite lash.
Sometimes they shift on their own, in quiet,
But change the crux of the heavy watch.
The line was never there before,
Yet I seem to see it anywhere and whole.
The line never remains the same,
It's just drawn in a wiggle, a bit unfair—
With no aesthetic in mind to tame,
It even contradicts its defining lair.
Yet, the system lies in this indecisive string,
That's unable to even tighten its own being.
An irony to the worldly rules,
Linear confusions jolt its screws.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
Snap back to reality,
Snapping out of it
Breath in
Breath out
You're not alone with it
Let's conquer
Let's wake up
Let's become
Present again,
I know we're capable,
I will support you till the very end.
I love you.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 8:24 PM UTC
your whole body becomes a map made for me
to explore the uncharted territories
conquer the lands where I see fit to leave my mark
to seek and record with eyes and hands what is tangible
but I wish, more than anything, that I could uncover
your mind, your soul, your core, your being
to find my way under your skin as you have mine
the topography of your brain is a beautiful landscape
I want to study your phenomenology
to become a cartographer of your sulci and gyri
come to know the lines and ridges of your consciousness
create new methodology to observe and transcribe
your brain is a fingerprint unique, and yours
all the more beautiful for it's belonging
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
We count cells by manual methods,
Using the counting chamber,
Plating & colony forming unit count.
We let them be counted automatedly,
Using electrical resistance,
Flow cytometry & image analysis.
Then there is this indirect method too,
Using spectrophotometry we count,
Or even by the impedance microbiology.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
I put all the effort I could,
I scanned all methods over,
But I could not get rid of them,
Your memories in my head,
And the waltzing images.
Images of you hugging me,
Your face cupped in my hands,
Our eyes lost in each others'.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
I keep company and sit
with the empty shells
and yet the clam pit's full,
perhaps there was a cull on clams.
I claim my free prize,
I see potatoes with
the eyes that don't see me
oh goodie, goodie,
chips for tea.
We're either in it for the money or the fame and altruism's just a name that rolls off eager tongues
so
I play dominoes with those who play with blank dull faces in spots I'd rather be than having tired old chips for tea and still the eyes cannot see me
it comes again to what we know and what we grow and who plants where and when
a company indeed of men, primitive, Methodist, I've gotten ****** with most of them
in the fields and down the pub by half past ten for half a pint of brutish beer, we are only what there is out here and what we give is not too much or not a touch on what we should.
This rambling day,
ivy I would rather be than that
with eyes but who sees me?
a rose, a rose, she grows
but not so quick as can't be cut.
In Yorkshire they aspire
In Lancashire, perspire,
In Wales they have a choir
I prefer to sweat.
As you might plainly see or
as it seems to me to be
poetry's a conjuring,
something
to clear the system out
akin to Ex-Lax
I have no doubt.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC