The SPIritual viversity , I didn’t  see in my university,
Nor in the city or from the minfinity to the infinity,
I flicker-opened my see-ity, lucky n witty,
To this unseen ambiguity,
I could feel my flexterity to drink the sweetity,
The SPI-ence has an intuity mety mysticity, and is a reality,
Light flows like triviality, from the essential singular originality  to the all-divinity,
We merge in the SPI-o-diversity, Dive verve see It Hit..!

Explore-n-sit and Occult-A-rated!

British, Spaniard, French or Dark,
Like Gem or a Card of the tarot or a mark-
On hand, in my hand in a calmest park,
Will I have a soul in my ark?
Unlikely, Impossible and I’m off the mark,
Like anything I plan, but I still lark,
I believe in the Spiritual Spi-Fi I hark,
That He’ll sieve me to my spark,
Life’ll devour us like a shark,
Passion-Devotion with implicit caution,
Within the Spirolution-the spiritual evolution,
A mix of mystic master equation,
n a master with mystic emotion,
n the mates with mathematic mission,
Quite eligible myself, Gosh, n!
This is the hell in the heaven as one!
What do I still miss, a promotion?
Now I’ve to admit,
This what I do is explore-, n sit,
The Occult A-rated, that’s it,
That’s what takes to make all lit,
All alit, all alit…

Not About Newton

I think what you see,
what you wear, what you do,
There is something stronger,
That lures, in you,
That makes me thrill,
Lose a beat for true,
I got some clue,
But got no clue,
n that’s why write,
Not about Newton,
’bout you,

& my sights do sleep,
On the linen of you,
That’s like a dream,
With a beautiful cue,
Few of those,
here & there,
Glances & dreams,
Of heart in lieu,
& I write,
Not about Newton,
’bout you,

Panic did I,
I thought you flew,
& how would I find,
You anew,
There you come then,
to grab my hands,
To lend me love,
& smiles few,
I’m not about Newton,
I’m all about you,
It’s not about Newton,
It’s all about you,
& I write,
Not about Newton,
’bout you,
& I write,
Not about Newton,
About you….

Abstract:- An ignorant Physics major could do this, sorry.