Physics Will Not Have It
To be like glass, throwing patterns of light instead of dark shadows, pools of daytime art in infinite detail, every filigreed ripple of love and fear and guilt and torment, the excruciating minutiae of the broken heart spilt on hardwood floors and asphalt roads, climbing brick walls into dimensions we dare not dream of; but physics will not have it, physics was born before love, what does it know of spaces with no rules, of pain, keeping us tethered to the earth while the sky whispers urgently each dawn; by noon I am reading the murky shapes like tea leaves, trying to find tomorrow in whatever is left behind, by dusk, the blur stains the window, the corners are drawn one by one into the centre, by then, by then it is too late. Rajani Radhakrishnan Rajani Radhakrishnan: "I am from Bangalore, India and post my work on thotpurge.wordpress.com. Some of my poems have recently been featured in The Calamus Journal, Quiet Letter, Visual Verse and Parentheses Journal."
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June 2025
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