The Physicists, Have always been haunted by the time. Time- The ultimate singularity, In their equations.   Years back, I once attempted, A vain attempt. I ran in search for an equation And a constant in her name. Precisely- a quest- For "Kritima's Equation" and "Kritima's Constant". My brain wasted few months of time, Career absented it's final board examinations, And the soul's wasting its energy, Till this date.   Back then, Stupidly, I even completed my works. I immediately submitted by paper, And even got immediately rejected. Wow!! to me. She - who once governed, My entire universe Faded away silently Without a notice, And those unfinished works, Still, echoes in my drawers, Waiting to be defined.   The philosophers were right. " Fools have no limits". And the way to end a poem like this, Is to suddenly become quiet.

Author’s Bio: 

Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His pen accelerates at paramount when there is a sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightning.His writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News.