Zooming

I cant lay hand on her,
she's a manic,
the time when my romanticsm
i was spasm, with my bosom,
overwhelm, what is the contour,
the spasm?
the saps?
the spy?

uuuurgh!!

what through on me, i lay down vacantly,
sexual innuendo?
yes perhaps it could help

inhaling this cigarette,the tip burn rapidly,
like my idea -vanished in split of second,

thought- distort, what kind of life this people have,
hey!!! wake up!!! get a life will ya!!

Back to the Future Rant

Whats life if one can go back to the future,
How history will be ruin,cant see it neither,
Utilize Black hole? , Gaining More route?,
When Our Spaceship , advancing brute?.

Time has passed when we land on moon,
Our species zeal through and grew,
One Small Step for mankind on moon,
a giant leap will follow drew.

Think once for what we had,
now and then, history had fad,
men dies a billion times,
but the ideas stays, dozens
dimes.

But what if we really had,
The  time technology which really act,
how does history will crack,
Unknowingly everything will brag.

But if we really had,
are we gonna put our wants?
after things had been said and done?
course laid and sowed, Years and years,
fought,The ironic and bloat?

Perhaps , as the scientist says,
Change our course, you may,
but not our, olden days ,
The physic law , insist today,
As there exist Parallel Universe,
a theory Known But hardly converse,

We the earth Custodian ,
How will we learn to be Guardian ,
If we alter our previous action,
not knowing the consequence,
and to  learn from apprehension,
to gain from devastation,
to err and to penitence,
and to be,
a person.

Time Machine is childish mind,
To escape blame and to subjugate time,
when all things corrected everything looks fine,
How "Hawash" it is as a friend would mime


Noor Mehmet

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;         5   Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,         10   And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.         15   I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost (1874–1963)