Nothing twice

Nothing can ever happen twice.
In consequence, the sorry fact is
that we arrive here improvised
and leave without the chance to practice. 

Even if there is no one dumber,
if you're the planet's biggest dunce,
you can't repeat the class in summer:
this course is only offered once. 

No day copies yesterday,
no two nights will teach what bliss is
in precisely the same way,
with precisely the same kisses. 

One day, perhaps some idle tongue
mentions your name by accident:
I feel as if a rose were flung
into the room, all hue and scent. 

The next day, though you're here with me,
I can't help looking at the clock:
A rose? A rose? What could that be?
Is it a flower or a rock? 

Why do we treat the fleeting day
with so much needless fear and sorrow?
It's in its nature not to stay:
Today is always gone tomorrow. 

With smiles and kisses, we prefer
to seek accord beneath our star,
although we're different (we concur)
just as two drops of water are.

 -- Wislawa Szymborska  

Strange attractors

Charges and poles
either both attract
or both repel.

But, what would
they be called,
charges and poles,
if one is attracted
and the other one
repelled?

And why is it ?
When everything
around is just
charges and poles.

Check mate

The game is on, and
I've no moves left.
She knows all of mine
and can easily
cut me loose,
a tired wild animal,
tied-and-tamed.
She wants to wait,
a thing I hate.
I choose to lose,
and she says
'check-mate' !

Love's Funeral

Love was born.

She wanted to grow

And bloom with life,

And bloom lives

But,

She was smothered by

A ‘motherly’ massage.

Not a word was said,

Not a tear shed.

But,

 love can’t vanish.

She will lie buried

In a remote corner

of the heart.

No one's scared

of the consequences.

The only fear,

If at all, is that

Her mother may not

Conceive again.