Blackhole, String theory and Block Universe

 Everything is connected and everything can be born from everything like a string,

One event leads to another-

All of those are independent from each other yet they are so interlinked, 

Different yet so similar, 

So coherent and precise!

A person comes in our life, 

Makes space, we give them time,

But, as time slows and when we are locked in with them,

They disappear,

And, leaves a hole in the heart,

Each time any person leaves they convert me into a big giant 'Black-hole', 

Extracting all the light of love from me-

No light now can come out of me-

Love is trapped- inwards, 

Everytime I over poured they betrayed-

Now, In the empty space I have become a blackhole, 

Absorbing everything whatever comes in and letting nothing go out haphazardly,

Just like light it now is refracted-

Not moving into straight lines anymore,

Nor, reflecting-

Not even obeying the laws of nature!

It is aimless and aimed- both at the same time, 

Love is not sporadic now instead it has become idealized-

Light of love at its ulterior form-has become

Altruistic in all truer sense,

Not anymore self-centralized or personal, 

Not anymore for a simple being but embodies all of it, 

Love for the entire universe and its all creature,

And, ofcourse in love with the creator-

Love takes its turn- taciturn,

From inwards to outwards,

A blackhole creating many many a block universes all at once, 

A multiverse in multiple form!

Emotions are imprisoned now,

So are the hopes,

They once used to dance together, 

Now they are aloof and forsaken. 

But, still, 'Duality' remains and I am stranded-

Stranded between morality and immorality, 

Between the binaries- the good and bad, 

Between love and hatred, 

Laughter and sorrows,

There is a grey zone in between, 

Not black nor white,

Not dust nor rock-solid, 

Somethings are flashy-

Just like 'Light' and 'Waves' and the 'Rays of hope',

Intangible but still omnipresent, 

Intolerable yet so important, 

Incomprehensible but so meaningful, 

Confusing, illusory and delusional is-

When you can not hate the person once you loved, though you know they are unlovable, 

Unbelievable, and damn! It's self-sabotaging, 

When you know they are atrocious, 

But, you can not reject them, 

Not depended on them, but you defend, 

Defend their image in your mind, 

Defend their place in your life, 

Just like unwanted planets still make place in the galaxy in hope of light, 

Just like electrons rotate around mindlessly, 

Your thoughts revolve around understanding them- 

Are they good or bad?! 

And, slowly and gradually you become like them- 

An all consuming 'Black-Hole', 

Neither right nor wrong but strong, 

You exist like truth, 

Unfulfilled, fractured, fractioned, puzzled-

Yet, so realistically existing! 

Like a blackhole- unseen and unconquered,

But, irresistibly felt, 

And, the magnetic energy of your gravity pulls everyone and everything into it, 

Curling up and colliding in, 

Collapsing and merging, 

Yet no one knows what's after it and into it!

Heaven or hell? Or, another universe?! 

In the multiverse of your persona-

They are lost, you too! 

Sometimes through flashbacks, 

Through the lane of memories you do time travel, 

In the time travel you revisit them time to time in their absence, 

You spirally pull them into your unseen world of thoughts what you hide from the world, 

You laugh, 

You walk in pride- 

But, inside, in the block of the black-hole of the heart- 

Only you know what have consumed you and what have you absorbed!

In the process- you have engulfed a universe and became one!

A blackhole- in the block universe! 

Your past smiles at you, 

Your present snatches you and 

Your future nudges you- all at once,

Simultaneously, 

They sit all together alternatively waiting for you to overcome your fears and watch them flee!

Only when they are freed can you become free-

Such a paradox! 

The rage?

The aggression?! 

In rage you lose it all!

In other dimension they are waving flags-

For you to move in-

And, break your diasporic identity from your existence, 

In blocks you do exist,

In memories of supreme-

As if a hologram, 

As a blackhole- strings of events are pulling you inwards- creating space for heaven and hell, 

Both co-exists inside you!

Strings of incidents are shaping you,

Filling the empty space within-

Cause only in empty space can duality of hell and heaven stay,

Light and darkness exist.

Your existence entwines both!

Resembling the hellish fire and fresh breeze of heaven alternatively and simultaneously in life-

One after another-

One by one!

Over and over again!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

Time Frame: 9.12 am, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment, Dhaka-1216. 

Note: I think, I wrote another masterpiece linking quantum physics and Astrophysics - String theory, Block universe theory and Blackhole to self-hood, human life and existence. I used quantum physics to philosophize life and blended all these into a poetic form, creating a dream like surreality instead of making a complex wordbook. Using blackhole as a metaphor- comparing it to the heart and block universe as your emotive world, your life is a multiverse- all at once! String of events filling that empty space!