Sky is the mistress of my existence

Sky is the mistress of my existence loyal in the folds of yielding space upon space but shows the dolls of stars in reticence glow as beauty would be laid to sleep chagrin as Socrates forsake the sky and the will to become the wind that never dies is cheated back by the sorties inContinue reading “Sky is the mistress of my existence”

A Reqiuem for Stephen Hawking

He has passed away, his years locked into a threshold of work that brought sway To the needles that needless say black holes are powerbuilder that may Knock nothingness into violent mayhem And nothing has he become in the timeless scramble for infinite sleep that nay Be broken and he might rest in the cosmicContinue reading “A Reqiuem for Stephen Hawking”