Big Bang
How can something
come out of nothing,
let alone the universe?
But that is what contemporary
theory of cosmology proclaims—
14 billion years ago,
the universe sprouted
out of vacuum
from a quantum hum—
an energy fluctuation
that did not create
something trifling,
but everything—
an ever expanding
space-time fabric,
sprinkled with glittering confetti
at an astronomical scale—
stars, galaxies
comingled with planets, black holes…
billions of them,
including our tiny corner—
the solar system,
a stable cluster of marbles
circling the ever-luminous Sun.
The moment of birth,
anointed as Big Bang,
is impossible
to visualize or verbalize
within our cognitive limits,
as the universe
had no ancestors—
not even mother,
and most shockingly
no past.
It was an immaculate conception
of the inanimate kind,
with the universe booting
into existence
out of nowhere.
Who turned on the switch?
Mother tongue
We gazed
into the heavens in wonder
at the omnipresent
confetti of candles
dazzling the night skies—
and we started eulogizing them
in various languages—
as we evolved
and streamlined
our communication
from gibberish
to structured sonics,
and invented a plurality of languages—
to verbalize the awe
and splendor we encountered as children,
with immortal lullabies a la—
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are.
It took the great Italian, Galileo,
to shatter the myths
and permanently rupture
the curtain of ignorance
masking the heavens.
The simple act of pointing
his mighty scope into the skies
revealed their true colors—
the moon is all but a barren
marble, not some heaven.
It was the same curious Italian
to first hear whispers
of nature’s native tongue—
a prescient observation
that Mathematics
is the hieroglyphic language
of our scientific Bible.
Nature’s rich phenomena
are best elucidated
with theories—
narratives woven
with abstract characters:
integers, points,
circles, triangles—
Is it just another language
we invented,
or the very tongue cosmos
prefers to express?
Is mathematics
God’s mother tongue?
Inspired By: Galileo Galilei
[The universe] cannot be read until we have learnt the language and become familiar with the characters in which it is written. It is written in mathematical language, and the letters are triangles, circles and other geometrical figures, without which means it is humanly impossible to comprehend a single word. – Opere Il Saggiatore, p. 171.Rarity
The dual incarnations
of the animate world—
animals and trees,
the kinetic and static
denizens of the planet
breathe in synchrony,
inhaling and exhaling
complementary molecules
of Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide—
the oxygen of one life form,
is the poison of the other
and vice versa—
one of nature’s
many balancing acts.
These two main kingdoms,
replete with a spectrum of species,
partake in an interdependent,
evolutionary dance—
interacting, creating
and sustaining life
in this seemingly
lone blue capsule
decorated with
an infinite array of paintings—
lazy clouds embellished
with flocks of birds,
savannahs sprinkled
with leaping gazelles,
mountains hugged
in shimmering snow…
and sweeping swaths
of opulent green—
an ecosystem
rife with life,
in stark contrast
to dead planets
flooding the cosmos.
Are we the sole
blue dot in the universe?
What a rarity is life!