The Moon and the Boy...

The Moon and the Boy... 

Tell me, Moon, what lies beyond

the stars, the darkness, and the dawn?

Are we but atoms dreaming big,

or is the universe dreaming through us?

The Moon replied, “I do not know.

I shine, yet cannot touch my light.

Perhaps God, too, is searching still

for answers hidden in the night.”

“Then why does love transcend the laws,

while hate can make a heaven fall?

Why do we rise to touch the stars,

then lose ourselves in things so small?”

The Moon replied, “I cannot tell.

I’ve watched the brightest suns decay.

Perhaps the dark is not the end—

but light that hasn’t found its way.”

The boy grew old. “What lies beyond?

When time lets go and stars depart?”

The Moon whispered, “I do not know.

But love may be the universe

discovering itself through your heart.”

P.S. Stay infinite...

25-10-2026

Recursion and Arjuna...

Recursion and Arjuna...

He asked the machine

How beginnings are made.

A function called itself,

And old paths replayed.

The future wore yesterday's face.

His memories were pointers,

To moments long gone.

Each thought called another,

Each dusk summoned dawn.

Like arrows returning,

His past carried on.

Like functions unfolding,

His fears nested deep.

Each layer held truths

He had buried to sleep.

He searched for the base case,

As Arjuna faced his doubt.

Then came a pause

Between thought and deed.

Kurukshetra rose within him,

Where doubt challenged creed.

Not every old pattern

Deserved to run twice.

Then wisdom spoke softly,

Like Krishna's counsel of old.

The knots in his thinking

Began to unfold.

He chose a new pathway,

Where fear lost its hold.

Now each time he returns,

He brings something new.

The past is still written,

But it no longer runs him.

Gandiva rises; his doubts fall away,

The same battlefield, a different day.

P.S. Arjuna questioned. Code computes. 

The heart transforms. Recursion remembers the path between.

18.10.2026

Void and Medium...

Void and Medium...

Light sees through the void.

Darkness sees it too.

They stand far apart,

watching each other,

but cannot speak.

Sound needs a place to travel.

The void gives it none.

So silence grows

between good and bad,

between you and me.

Wars crossed the earth.

Nuclear fire touched the stars.

Magnets pulled without hands.

Glass carried light,

but held no voice.

God stood in the light.

Demons waited in the dark.

Between them was nothing—

or perhaps something

we could not see.

Still, a heart can hear

what ears cannot.

A tear can speak.

A prayer can travel.

Love can cross a void.

Maybe the void is not empty.

Maybe it hides a medium—

a field, a breath, a soul,

something greater than space,

something we call God.

Perhaps the void is not empty.

Perhaps it is another dimension,

where light becomes a language,

and silence becomes a bridge—

where something beyond God and demons listens.

P.S. Light, darkness, god, demon, silence, void & medium — all bound by the unseen medium.