The anglerfish that chose light over darkness — sciopoetica
I wasn’t a terrifying monster—until life pressed me into its darkness and made me one. Perhaps that’s how the universe shapes its creations—under pressure.
Cosmapoetica
Cosmapoetica is a realm where nature, science, and space merge into poetry. From the pulse of atoms to the silence of the cosmos, each verse carries the weight of time, matter, and the universe itself. This section explores the poetry of existence—rooted in science, reaching for the stars. It has two subcategories — Sciopoetica Ve Astropoetica
Should we melt into stars — quantumly entangled
Should we,Should we,Should we,Should,Should,We— Die together? Should weMelt into stars?Should weBecome poems?Should weBreak into constellations?Should weFold into forever?Should weLet time blur our names? Should weTangle in the spaces between?Should weBe the hush before dawn? Should weForget where you end, where I begin?Should weBe nothing—And everything—All at once? Should weDefy quantum physics?By going beyond bodies,By merging […]
The equation of love by sadia hakim —derivation poem
Scientists—they forget to derive the equation of love. Equation of love by sadia hakim — derivation poem beyond space, science and metaphors
We are a leprous society—decaying, yet too numb to notice
People justify their wrongdoings, much like an infected limb ignored until it becomes useless. Leprosy deadens the nerves, making a person unable to feel wounds;
The osteons in me are tired; my marrow cries
I carry this life on my shoulders; even my osteons are tired now. The osteons in me are tired; the marrow in me cries. cosmapoetica series
Love a man and you will see — love poems by sadia hakim
Love a man, and you will see the weight he carries—silent battles, unseen grief, and a heart that longs to be understood.
A world big enough to fit fifty moons — cosmapoetica
A world big enough to fit fifty moons can’t even fit a single soul with dreams. cosmapoetica, sadia hakim’s science and space infused poetry
What the bones remember is haunting — sciopoetica
Memory is not kind. It does not soften the edges of the past, nor does it fade into silence.Bones don’t forget, and what they remember is haunting.
Excerpts from what the bones remember is haunting
Not all graves are in the ground. Quotes and excerpts from what the bones remember is haunting. Cosmapoetica (Sciopoetica Ve Astropoetica) series
The most human thing about stars is that they burn
We thought the stars would outlive us, but they, too, will burn out. Maybe that is the most human thing about them. Sadia Hakim