Stray Thoughts

Falling Out of Love

When a face once etched in the heart
Is wiped our without a trace,
When those memories are no longer fond-
And become mere factual remembrances,
They say one has fallen out of love.
Then is a man truly liberated-
They call it falling when one is smitten -
But the recovery isn't called a rise.

Straying Away

Oh the human is indeed strange-
In one dimension when subjective and in another who objective,
Objective not merely with others, but even with oneself,
So much so that the past is judged harshly,
And the future planned precisely,
Yet the present that arrives is always but chaos-
Oh man does indeed live in presents*,
An infinite number of 'present' moments,
Planned in the past and remembered in the future,
But an immeasurably infinite 'current' when it is,
Oh, who can give a number to time -
A collection of intertwined moments,
One of which happens to be an end,
It is indeed remarkable,
That one discretizes so easily,
An infinite continuum to a finite figure.

Written in C504 on 9.8.2016, and edited at Aero structures lab at 11:30pm