Khamosiyaan....

The descendants are not blood, but echoes—   ghost-whispers etched in the marrow of your becoming,   a cipher spiraling through the blackened mirrors   of every ancestor’s unwept tear.   Truth isn’t buried; it *breathes* where you refuse to look—   in the fissured atlas of your guilt,   the silent pact with the wolf at the spine’s root,   the way your laughter fractures when moonlight   touches the scars you’ve renamed "strength."   The dark side of the soul isn’t a place—   it’s the choreography of all you’ve exiled:   hungers that outlive their cages,   fables your hands wrote in the womb’s ink   before the world forced them to forget.   To solve the riddle of your lineage,   dig where the map bleeds—   where shadows aren’t flaws, but the braille   of a deeper gravity.   The crypt is you. ...

We tremble in the undertow of flesh—   a symphony of gasps, a riptide of fingers.   Her voice cracks the night like a vow,   each scream a rebellion against the quiet   of what we’re *supposed* to be.   This is how holiness unravels:   not with a fall, but a *leap*—   morality dissolves into stardust   as desire stitches itself back   into something feral, alive.   We are the reckoning.   The altar.   The forbidden psalm hummed into sweat.   Tell me, when the body becomes a cathedral,   what survives of the soul?   Touch her like a confession.   Let the world burn   in the furnace of *yes*.   Here, in the ruins of restraint,   we become both the sin   and the sacrifice.  

A full simulation of a quantum particle in a gravitational field.  In this project, we do three things: 1. Stationary State Analysis: We set up the time‐independent Schrödinger equation for a particle in a gravitational potential -\frac{\hbar^2}{2m}\frac{d^2\psi}{dz^2} + mg\,z\,\psi = E\,\psi, 2. Analytical Comparison via Airy Functions: For the linear potential with a hard wall at , the ground state solution is known (up to normalization) to be given by an Airy function \psi(z) \propto \mathrm{Ai}\Bigl(\frac{z-E/(mg)}{z_0}\Bigr), z_0=\Bigl(\frac{\hbar^2}{2m^2g}\Bigr)^{1/3}. 3. Time Evolution Simulation: We then propagate an initial Gaussian wave packet using the Crank–Nicolson scheme to solve i\hbar\frac{\partial\psi}{\partial t} = H\psi, --- %% Quantum Particle in a Gravitational Field: Full Simulation and Analysis % This script performs: % (i) A stationary state analysis of a quantum particle in a gravitational field, % (ii) A comparison of the numerical ground state with the...

A suffocating void, a gnawing ache,   A phantom touch my bones forsake.   Shadowed whispers claw my mind,   Echoes of love now left behind.   Crimson rivers, silent screams,   A shattered soul torn at the seams.   Sanity frays like tattered lace,   Pain etches scars I cannot erase.   I miss her like the dead miss breath,   Like lovers lost to time and death.   A hollow wound where warmth once grew,   A grave of memories steeped in blue.   Each night I drown in anxious cries,   A requiem beneath blackened skies.   The weight of loss, a brutal art,   A dagger plunged into my heart.   No air remains, no light, no grace,   Only sorrow's cold embrace.   Hope decays in lifeless eyes,   Buried deep where mercy dies.  

Ark stood at the top of Oriem’s tallest skyscraper, the sun setting behind him. The world he had built sprawled beneath his feet—a vast empire of investments, innovation, and influence. His company, Ark Investments, had risen to become the third-largest firm on the planet, rivaling even the titans Vanguard and BlackRock. People often called him a genius, a visionary, but Ark preferred a simpler title: a man with a plan.  He turned from the view and walked into his private office, where his closest allies waited. Manish, his best friend since college, leaned casually against the desk, a smug grin on his face. Riya, his business partner, sat poised, her calculating eyes scanning every detail of the room.  “I called this meeting because we’re on the verge of something monumental,” Ark began, his voice steady and confident. “The new merger will place us leagues ahead of the competition. We’ll dominate the global markets.” Manish clapped his hands, his smile widening. “...

A mind adrift, a vacant stare, A thought, a spark, a frozen glare. No warmth, no love, a chilling sight, A soul submerged in endless night. A void, a chasm, deep and wide, Where hope once lived, now shadows hide. A heart, a husk, a withered core, A life once bright, now evermore. A mind ablaze, a frantic race, A thousand thoughts, a vacant space. No purpose, no meaning, lost and lone, A fragile soul, a shattered bone. A longing gaze, a wistful sigh, A yearning heart, a tearful eye. A silent scream, a muffled cry, A soul in pain, a reason why. A frozen world, a icy breath, A life suspended, a chilling death. A darkened soul, a broken mind, A tragic fate, of humankind. A fragile hope, a flickering light, A desperate plea, a mournful plight. A shattered dream, a shattered heart, A painful wound, a tragic start. A silent prayer, a mournful plea, A desperate wish, a soul set free. A fading hope, a dying dream, A life extinguished, a ghostly gleam. A vacant stare, a lifeless gaze...

The hearts of men, once steady, crumble under the grindstone of despair.   Fear carves deep trenches, hollowing reason, burying honor,   until hands once clean turn black with deeds they swore never to touch.   Desperation is a devil's whisper, soft and relentless,   demanding action, any action—so long as it stains.   A mob is no mere gathering—it is a storm,   a spiral of screams and fists and fury.   Good intentions are swallowed whole,   dragged to the gaping maw of its wrathful core.   Stand apart, and it sees you—   sees you as a threat, an enemy,   a traitor to its boiling cause.   Hesitation is a death knell.   It brands the doubters,   devours them,   or twists them into complicit shades.   The mob roars louder, its voice a thousand blades,   cutting through the air,   cutting through the ...