When It Began
You see, when it all started,
It was under rather trying circumstances.
I will eventually tell you about it,
But it can get too intense or too boring
Too quick.
Instead, I will give you a series of poetry
That I composed for the different phases.
Think of them as snapshots of
How it all was and is and could be.
Hold on.
I should tell you that I have
A certain affection towards sciences.
I admire Physics.
I think of Mathematics
As a language to express the abstract.
Much like art. They all fuse together for me.
I live in intersections.
I see knowledge as a whole.
Where else shall wisdom emerge through
If not for the constant strive to attain
Higher and wider truth,
To enrich the human body of knowledge,
To see and experience their intersections?
The whole corpus,
One giant web of interconnected data.
Connect the right data set, mine it,
And wisdom is yours.
Much like the crunched data
That your algorithms produce.
So, when I think of the beginning,
When I think of repressions, I can’t help
But compare it to physical phenomena.
The intensity of the initial periods
When repression shapes up
When we put up walls in our minds
Or when the mind puts up walls
To save us from the sensations
And memories that we want to throw
In trash cans and pile them up in
Junkyards where we hope no one,
Least of all we,
Find them again.
But there they remain.
Till some unknown trigger,
Some unwanted nudge,
Force us to open a can,
And then we go mad with the stench,
The pain, the intolerance of it all,
And try to close the lid as soon as we can.
When I repressed,
I ensured it doesn’t affect me like that.
It can be different for you.
It was difficult. But it did save me.
Still, as you read
Do not expect too much.
I am a poetic voice. A poet, yet, I am not.
