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Dear Friends, I had composed this poem in 2008 after reading an article by a Lady Doctor who was a Biologist, and had initially posted it on 'Poemhunter.com'. Hope you will like it! Thanks, - Raj PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE ! Love’s physics and chemistry, has forever remained a mystery! There are no permanent equations to resolve, Love's unseen wave like force! It travels through three dimensional space, At frequencies higher than electromagnetic waves! It remains unhindered by barriers of cast, creed, or clime, Giving two beating hearts a feel of the divine! It generates a magnetic force field, making two hearts in unison beat! Yet Biologists claim that a chemical called (PEA) Phenylethylamine, - Triggers loves molecules in the human mind! Chocolates are rich in this PEA content they say, And is a perfect gift on the Valentine’s Day! The chemical Dopamine makes the lovers to glow and feel fine, When they live on love and fresh air and may even forget to dine! While Norepinephrine, which stimulates our adrenaline production, Makes the lovers world go round in a joyous motion! But Oxytoxin that 'cuddling chemical',  requires constant contact for its effects to prevail! Cupid’s arrows may be dipped in its pail, Before those arrows on lovers begin to hail! Creating unbearable attraction leading to infatuation, Making two hearts beat as one with love’s magic potion! But such feelings remain for a limited duration, Varying with people with different emotions! In a 'mercurial type' loves ecstasy gets mixed, - And they frequently require a PEA fix! But those who stick to a single mate, Are said to be rich in Vasopressin content! And finally when infatuation gradually subsides, Chemicals triggered by Endorphine slowly overtakes, When calmness and stability with loving bond prevails! This Endorphine is reputed to be rather addictive, And firmly binds those forces released by PEA, - which are rather seductive! (All Copyrights with Raj Nandy of New Delhi)
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE!
Dear Friends, I had composed this poem in 2008 after reading an article by a Lady Doctor who was a Biologist, and had initially posted it on 'Poemhunter.com'. Hope you will like it! Thanks, - Raj PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE ! Love’s physics and chemistry, has forever remained a mystery! There are no permanent equations to resolve, Love's unseen wave like force! It travels through three dimensional space, At frequencies higher than electromagnetic waves! It remains unhindered by barriers of cast, creed, or clime, Giving two beating hearts a feel of the divine! It generates a magnetic force field, making two hearts in unison beat! Yet Biologists claim that a chemical called (PEA) Phenylethylamine, - Triggers loves molecules in the human mind! Chocolates are rich in this PEA content they say, And is a perfect gift on the Valentine’s Day! The chemical Dopamine makes the lovers to glow and feel fine, When they live on love and fresh air and may even forget to dine! While Norepinephrine, which stimulates our adrenaline production, Makes the lovers world go round in a joyous motion! But Oxytoxin that 'cuddling chemical',  requires constant contact for its effects to prevail! Cupid’s arrows may be dipped in its pail, Before those arrows on lovers begin to hail! Creating unbearable attraction leading to infatuation, Making two hearts beat as one with love’s magic potion! But such feelings remain for a limited duration, Varying with people with different emotions! In a 'mercurial type' loves ecstasy gets mixed, - And they frequently require a PEA fix! But those who stick to a single mate, Are said to be rich in Vasopressin content! And finally when infatuation gradually subsides, Chemicals triggered by Endorphine slowly overtakes, When calmness and stability with loving bond prevails! This Endorphine is reputed to be rather addictive, And firmly binds those forces released by PEA, - which are rather seductive! (All Copyrights with Raj Nandy of New Delhi)
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in the somatic nervous system, acetylcholine (ACh) stimulates skeletal muscle, causing contraction action potentials in the 8am physio lecture, the biggest on campus crammed with nursing majors, and health science hankerers, public health preachers, OT saints and angels amino acid NTs: glutamate (+) GABA (-) aspartate (+) glycine (-) the prof wrote on a distant whiteboard too many complained about being lost she made a joke about feeding ******* to mice for her neuroscience research amines: serotonin (-) dopamine (-/+) norepinephrine (+/-) epinephrine (+) STEM-dominated when i'm just looking to drop my roots and press that good earth into the spaces between my toes and under my nails but the grounds are a garden of biodiversity from clippings gathered by migrant habit-clad founders more than a century ago the soil is fertile            it is temperate there are water filters in most residences there is enough here for me
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
DU, san rafael, wed./thurs. [2/18] [2/19]
At this precise moment. I'm nothing but a human being under the intense influence of dopamine, norepinephrine, epinephrine and testosterone. The infuriating effects will last, as will my aggression. There's a reason why this is all happening. You. Because of you. I have no hatred nor much of the love I had for you. For you have taken that away from me, and given it to him. I have no words for you. All the best.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
Endocrine
you left sinkholes in my head large enough to ensnare my wildest, unfiltered dreams. they're now trapped in my mind and lost in the grey matter. ashes to serotonin norepinephrine to dust ex nihilo nihil fit
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Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 4:59 AM UTC
sinkholes filled with grey matter
Constantly searching for serotonin. Because norepinephrine won't let me breathe. Dopamine, you're my dream. Epinephrine you stagger me.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
Chemical composure
I walked into Walgreen’s that night absorbed in my own little world. Soon after entering, I made my way to the line. My eyes d a n c e d to the crescent-moon shaped scar adorning the young clerk’s neck. With the gentleman in front of me, he spoke of camouflage and machine guns. Earlier times when he could only see his family through the lens of a webcam. When he first learned what it took to be a man. And when he learned what true loss really felt like. It’s my turn. I step f o r w ard and stare directly into his eyes and wonder how he ended up here. His face doesn’t give away much, he’s painted on a cordial smile and the air between us seeps with the remnants of small talk. But I can’t help wondering. I wonder, if he knows he’s more than he’s been told. more than he’s settled for. more than the orders he was commanded to obey. more than the lines he was expected to cross. more than the monster he had to become. To survive. I can’t help but wonder how he’s ended up here. Overseas— he’s ranked but now that he’s home on friendly soil, he’s thrown into department store positions and temporary jobs. I can only hope he’s better off than some of his friends tossed into psychiatrists offices. But I wonder, I wonder what memories might decide to plague his dreams. While he tries to figure out which pill alleviates which painful recollection. Which part of his past will come back to haunt him today and which of his friends lives will flash before his eyes while he tries to sleep. Norepinephrine firing through his brain like the gunshots he had to deliver. The U.S government is so quick to draft, but hasn’t learned how to welcome home. They hide their veterans in the dark corners of psych wards, allow them to get lost in the depths of their own minds, while the PTSD eats away whatever is left. These men fight for countries who don’t know what to do with them afterwards. What they both need to learn: There is life after war.
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Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
(An Attempt) to welcome home.
I walked into Walgreen’s that night absorbed in my own little world. Soon after entering, I made my way to the line. My eyes d a n c e d to the crescent-moon shaped scar adorning the young clerk’s neck. With the gentleman in front of me, he spoke of camouflage and machine guns. Earlier times when he could only see his family through the lens of a webcam. When he first learned what it took to be a man. And when he learned what true loss really felt like. It’s my turn. I step f o r w ard and stare directly into his eyes and wonder how he ended up here. His face doesn’t give away much, he’s painted on a cordial smile and the air between us seeps with the remnants of small talk. But I can’t help wondering. I wonder, if he knows he’s more than he’s been told. more than he’s settled for. more than the orders he was commanded to obey. more than the lines he was expected to cross. more than the monster he had to become. To survive. I can’t help but wonder how he’s ended up here. Overseas— he’s ranked but now that he’s home on friendly soil, he’s thrown into department store positions and temporary jobs. I can only hope he’s better off than some of his friends tossed into psychiatrists offices. But I wonder, I wonder what memories might decide to plague his dreams. While he tries to figure out which pill alleviates which painful recollection. Which part of his past will come back to haunt him today and which of his friends lives will flash before his eyes while he tries to sleep. Norepinephrine firing through his brain like the gunshots he had to deliver. The U.S government is so quick to draft, but hasn’t learned how to welcome home. They hide their veterans in the dark corners of psych wards, allow them to get lost in the depths of their own minds, while the PTSD eats away whatever is left. These men fight for countries who don’t know what to do with them afterwards. What they both need to learn: There is life after war.
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They're such shiny chemicals: Dopamine, Norepinephrine, Phenylethylamine. Life shimmers, and each day is painted with purpose When dosed with such potency. I would like to believe that love, The long-lasting kind, The one you're supposed to want, The one that settles you, Where you grow old and spend Wednesday evenings answering emails and rewatching some old baking show in ***** sweats Is enough to keep life interesting. But chemistry doesn't always work that way. My path might dictate some other measure of wholeness, And more than one type of love, And more than a couched lookalike storybook ending. My path may require Risk, Adventure, Longing, Questioning, Exploration, Pain, Brilliant platonic wildfires, Intellectual dalliances, And unrequited amorosity. In short, my path may require some trailblazing. But this precious neural spark In my body That keeps me in love with love Is mine to keep For as long as it continues to shine.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC
Chemicals
oxytocin serotonin rhythm rhythmatic a dopamine drip like a metronome tick endorphins crash like waves ~ rest ~ epinephrine more like norepinephrine neuropeptides simmer down & monoamines die like flies
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
Monoamine Stomp
do you feel fight or flight norepinephrine through your veins my nails against your skin body delicate and responsive lips bruised and stung as i lick, nibble, bite i sense veins pulsing with blood burning hot with adrenaline and i want you so desperately i long to consume your words devour your lips take you in entirely ravaged exhausted i want to smell you fear, arousal, excitement your flesh against my tongue the sweetest moment of all is not the thrill of the chase it's the moment predator captures prey
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
Prey Drive
I find it hard to sleep I find it hard to eat I find it hard to think I find it hard to speak I wonder is this love Or the use of a Serotonin–norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor?
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May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 1:39 PM UTC
Serotonin–norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor
I*nteresting idea but probably not realistic N*ot going to speak this out loud F*act is, they will probably think I’m crazy A* strange wanting to be nearer T*ime to deep dive and reflect on this U*nclear from the chemicals dopamine, seratonin, & norepinephrine A*nnoying really, especially because it’s not convenient T*ruly wanting to know what they feel I*gnorant to the signs O*nly person that seems to “get me” Nearly at my wits end but smitten
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC
Is this love? No, it’s.....
Love is just another word 4 letters A chemical reaction Dopamine, addictive as ******* Norepinephrine, adrenaline Serotonin, can make one temporarily insane Love is a science, not a poem Its not passion its a reaction This is an explanation Not a love poem
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
This isn't a love poem
Sickened In the bones, Aching, And sore.   Crying Uncontrollably, Asking, "What for?" Laughing Without End, At other times. Fled From the rush, Attempting To overcome it. In the beginning, Dopamine And Oxytocin Lined a glass ledge Like Sugar and Salt. Naturally produced, Lost Clear sight. Shortly later, Norepinephrine Drenched And dried On the string Of a kite, Then took Flight.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
Neural Bridges
Whether you're searching or not, when you find, stumble upon, trip over that moment That creaky stairstep, that mug that fits your hand perfectly, that note you can't help but play once you've found it, that shooting star Whatever creates that serotonin, that dopamine, that norepinephrine What do you do about it? What eats up your sadness? Other people's?
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
Throw Me Some Lightning
let the water trickle past your fingers, like memory, falling through the holes in your head, cloudy, tattered. let your head, as fluffy as clouds, brush up against stars, constellations of legends, of sodium and potassium hallucinations. sometimes people lie. let the air brush each and every alveoli of your lungs, each gyri and sulci of your brain. taste the salt -- sweat, the sea, your blood. let the iron, stable, sunbright iron, carry itself with the poise of a red giant -- both radient, striking, bleeding vermillion and crimson. stable, like a mountain, letting rain run itself over with the gentle caress of an old lover, who knows the contours and the dips of the body, and yet is getting -- reacquainted with it, after a long time away. the sweat of the maker sticks to the threads that weave to make the library that makes you, that holds information, holds itself in letters, quartets, spirals. taste the salt. the wind sounds like the sea, outside my bedroom window, when it's too late for my eyes to have not made their coupling of the night. imagine the salt-mist, bright and cold on your face, like the splatter of blood, leaking out of a nose; like a river flowing from precipitation, mist, downstea, rejoining where it once came from, where it was always going to end up. fate is a funny thing. they say that every cell of yours gets replaced every seven years. i wonder how long it takes salt, iron -- to rise and to fall, like the eight minutes the light of the sun follows to get here, to our little pinprick eyes, to our dopamine and norepinephrine, the spikes and dips of neurons, firing. how many heartbeats, breaths? how many crashes of waves?
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Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 12:26 AM UTC
from water and back again
let the water trickle past your fingers, like memory, falling through the holes in your head, cloudy, tattered. let your head, as fluffy as clouds, brush up against stars, constellations of legends, of sodium and potassium hallucinations. sometimes people lie. let the air brush each and every alveoli of your lungs, each gyri and sulci of your brain. taste the salt -- sweat, the sea, your blood. let the iron, stable, sunbright iron, carry itself with the poise of a red giant -- both radient, striking, bleeding vermillion and crimson. stable, like a mountain, letting rain run itself over with the gentle caress of an old lover, who knows the contours and the dips of the body, and yet is getting -- reacquainted with it, after a long time away. the sweat of the maker sticks to the threads that weave to make the library that makes you, that holds information, holds itself in letters, quartets, spirals. taste the salt. the wind sounds like the sea, outside my bedroom window, when it's too late for my eyes to have not made their coupling of the night. imagine the salt-mist, bright and cold on your face, like the splatter of blood, leaking out of a nose; like a river flowing from precipitation, mist, downstea, rejoining where it once came from, where it was always going to end up. fate is a funny thing. they say that every cell of yours gets replaced every seven years. i wonder how long it takes salt, iron -- to rise and to fall, like the eight minutes the light of the sun follows to get here, to our little pinprick eyes, to our dopamine and norepinephrine, the spikes and dips of neurons, firing. how many heartbeats, breaths? how many crashes of waves?
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Love is chemicals and impulses, but despite this, words cannot express this girl I miss. Love is an addiction, and I need a fix, a norepinephrine cocktail, a dopamine kiss, a feeling of bliss.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
This Girl I Miss
Do peaceful moments just come of their own accord? How much influence does stimuli have on contentment? Cant be purely chemical. Serotonin, cortisol, norepinephrine. Like everything in life.....trying to find a balance with far to many variables. An educated guess. A fun chemistry experiment, this life. States of mind...
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Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
Peace
There was a version of me That wanted this That wanted what I now have Doing all the “functional” things Looking alive But she never could have anticipated this I hate it I don’t want it ANY OF IT!!! Take all this **** away from me Just let me live I know I’m betraying her I’m betraying her dreams I don’t want to give up on her But she was misguided and confused And now I’m suffering for it I don’t want this I don’t want this life I don’t I don’t I don’t TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!!! My heart screams As the first tears in ages Well up in my eyes But they won’t fall Because I’m not that sad There’s too much serotonin in me And dopamine And norepinephrine Because I’m ******* drugged And I want to WEEP But... I... I can’t... I’m just unsteady Unstable I’m not okay I’m not okay I AM NOT OKAY
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Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC
Version of Me