MULTIVERSE ME*
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What if I've lived the exact present I’m living now before,
doesn't it make sense to think of it as though...
there is another part of me in another universe,
going through the same thing?
Should I believe in the multiverse theory,
for I cannot prove that we are not alone.
Should I believe there is a reason why
just because I feel the skies talking to me every night?
Should I believe someone's message is reaching me
through the beams of the moon every night?
My skin soaks in the possibility
like a flower blooming, drawn to the light.
Do you ever think of a time difference
between one universe and the other?
What if I am born here on Earth and after I die,
my soul travels to another universe
and relives the same story?
What if...
I am a piece of my own soul
which is split up and placed
in different universes?
Is this the stuff of science fiction,
or is it non-fictional, a reality waiting to be explored?
*this poem (originally titled "Alterverses") was published in Sci-Fi Stir Fry Anthology, William Mays editor/publisher July 2025.
Spilled coffee again.
Somewhere, I nailed that meeting.
This mug is a portal.
November moon,
dangling pearl
trailing the face of dusk
like a brooding tear.
Morpheus leads our way
through luminous sleep,
through stained glass shards of
our multiverse.
November moon,
you languish unrealized,
in somber slumber fog.
Our mortal arousal,
our wounds are reopened.
Morpheus leads our way,
through lustrous ruminations,
through spiraling remnants of
our Megaverse.
November moon
We hardly notice you
in our narcoleptic cloud,
our emergent consciousness,
our collective imagination.
Morpheus leads our way
through refulgent recall,
through steep sleep stages,
where we are unified
as one.
Different choices,
Life unfolds,
Choose your own ending,
Carve out your void.
Twin flames,
Similar paths,
Shared trauma,
Halves of the same soul.
I learned my twin flame had died—
Or should I say,
She was silenced as she cried,
Overwhelmingly divine.
Uncanny karmic frequencies,
Simplest rendition,
Union of binaries,
Where polarities merge.
Toxic neediness,
Fear of solitude,
Fear of the unknown,
Unsavory sentiments linger.
The futility of humanity unfolds,
As Rumi once proclaimed,
“A thousand half-loves must be forsaken
To bring one whole heart home.”
To crack the universe's circuitry,
My thousand desires weave,
A multitude of incarnations
Chronicled by countless incantations.
Sage my space,
Burning incense,
Polite inhibitions dissolve.
Of déjà vu,
Of worlds askew,
Alternate realities converge.
As I grasp the truth,
I exist simultaneously,
I shun away from parallel lives
And the vast expanse of multiverse skies.
Desire to bask in light good
Light spreads not evenly ever
Shades soothe frayed tempers
Cool breeze relaxes remarkably.
Light stays not for ever at a place
Sun is not static as we view
Earth we stay on is also dynamic.
It's not a universe but multiverse, dear!!
Standing on the precipice of fear and awe,
We are creatures in wonder and uncertainty.
We make all our heavens and hells.
This edge of possibility, where we search
uncharted interstellar dimensions,
the wormholes and blackholes
beyond our comprehension.
Intelligent maker of such things,
If it is evident anywhere,
then, we are surely too small to know.
Does it drift through space like
an unmoored ghostship or
is it the confluence of
universal consciousness,
the essence of intention?
Is this universe alone, or
just a branch of many on a tree?
Are we here by blueprint or
merely coincidental?
Are we a rough draft, or
Are we an objective?
It is hidden in the rain,
hidden in the particles of pebbles.
Standing on the precipice of fear and awe,
We are actualities in stupefaction on ambiguities.
We fill our voids with heavens and hells.
Yes, we are tireless seekers
poised on the precipice of the unknowable.
I wish there is a multiverse
Where i not only secretly stare u from far
But sit beside u looking into your eyes
I wish there is a multiverse
Where all my scribblings aren't jus poems
But love letters u recieve every night
I wish there is a multiverse
Where u don't only give me butterflies
But take me to a candle night dinner
I wish there is a multiverse
Where its not only an accidental dash
But hug you tight enough
Making sure there is no multiverse left
Keeping us atleast inch apart
Love is the answer
Love is what we need
Not the infatuation one
But the unconditional one
The kind of love
Where despite our differences
we can still respect each other
The love where you will
Stand up with a brother, sister, neighbor, friend, or stranger.
Love that makes us unite,
Filled with compassion
The type of love that
can traverse the universe
Hey, even the multiverse!
The pure love from a child
before they are trained to hate
Once humanity finds and reclaims that love,
the love buried deep within.
On that day we shall know,
what is true love
The kind of love written in the stars above
I guess I know where it comes
I think it is from all the realms
These strange feelings, this love this care
Dark matter treats multiverse pretty fair
That's why your face was intimate
And your voice familiar to entertain
My heart could only be content
With you, up to infinite extent
For we were one in the 'Soul's world'
And so are we in every universe ... in every realm
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July 25th, 2022
Letting Go and Calm Witnessing
When U have no solution
You tried it all; Fate Insists you fall. You no longer stand tall
Such moments come often
We try to forget the falls - feeling nothing, helps find your nobodyness
If we hold up a "failure at Solution"
That moment is a mix of doing nothing AND "doing along" with the Universe
When you felt nobody cares (loss of attention)
That mix of nobody with everybody, Multiverse
Is deep insight: becoming nobody makes us everybody with Universe
BACKGROUND: I was a Hindu as one born into such a family in South Africa may be a Hindu, away from India. This meditation is similar in the impetus to Jesus's frequent TWIST of OPPOSITES in the New Testament. The high will be brought low; the meek shall inherit the earth - or more; dying is the way to real living: mainly Matthew 5, 6, 7 or The Sermon on the Mount.
Let us cite a few examples from Paul: I am strong when I am weak; I can do nothing but in Christ I can do anything and everything --
2 Corinthians 12:10 and 2 Corinthians (Epistle) 4:7.
Shalom, shalom to Great Harrys & Marys, Vijays & Ordinarys. LuvYa
So many theories, but new heaven and new earth
Is in our lexicon. Our universe has had a birth
And death before, if you accept the Big Bang
(But remember, science starts with a bang, nowhere to hang
The origin, why? and by whom? Or what?)
The black holes are the singular events
They create new universes by gravity dense
Swallowing up and recreating a multiverse
And we have been reading this poem and verse
Perhaps three million times before as ourselves
Math does agree: a paradox in sphere can replicate itself!
Dewdrops in lush grass, liquid sunshine,
Iridescent shimmers, mountain to valley,
Reflecting the velvety emerald of spring,
From innumerable different fresh angles.
Quicksilver on the purple morning petals,
Or on blooms crimson, cream or apricot.
The glister has come, proclaiming softly,
Tiny universes that were somehow forgot!
Do dreams dream-up the Dreamer to mean something
Do dreams go on dreaming without the Dreamer dreaming
Hold not dreams in mid-stream even during Covid-19
Woken-up dreams scream wild as harpies in poetic shebeen
Don’t dreams tend to come round like long lost tunes tinnitus din
The Dreamer dreams in the Void trillion times trillion
And leaves no trace of hung time-spaced dream dreaming in the Dream
Who would dream dreams for oneself they wouldn’t highly esteem
Dreams worthy of a world they didn’t really mean to wean
In the first place out of a Void-less Big-Banging blinding sheen
The Big-Bouncy Dream teasing the fistful of mashed Big-Crunchy cream
Where the Dreamer bounces his Dream on the seamless turf green
O’er and o’er again ‘till the Dream turns tinnitus mean
Till the recurrent Dream the Dreamer dreams his own Uni-Verse seem
Ev’ry dream’s the Multi-Verse of a unique team unseen
Do dreams dream-up the Dreamer standing-up on a linear Time pin
(c) T. Wignesan – Paris, January 17, 2021
Distant jewels of night inthrall my eye.
A timeless question forms upon my mind.
Universe. Compared to you, what am I?
Inside I feel alien to my own kind...
With their fruitless efforts to quantify-
eternity and shape reality.
They place limits on an unruly sky-
a witless display of totality.
Stranger than fiction; that which is scope-less.
As if the eye of the mind were sublime.
Depictions of fire; but yet smokeless.
Stars ablaze, make relevant space and time.
To you, I’m a cosmic ghost in this shell.
We’re one and the same, no matter the veil.
November 27, 2020
The multiverse me
Somewhere, out there,
In the multiverse, they say,
There’ll be, another me,
Living life, a different way.
Enjoying, un-annoying,
My days, when at school,
Attentive, un-inventive,
Never question any rule.
Robotic, hypnotic,
Subservient, a chump,
A yes man, depressed man,
Asking, “How high should I jump?”
Somewhere, out there,
In the multiverse, there’ll be,
A man with my name,
Who is nothing like me!
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