Can't help, my science ups in my heart

 

Can't help, 

my science ups in my heart, with glasses colored 
when i behold ,in the sky, a rain bow tho fully colored

my maths props up on my fingers
and it starts 1234567, counts

inebriates ,abbreviates --my english
saying vibgyor, and embellishes

i have no time to stand and stare
to me beauty is only a glare, not much to care

i am a pandit , rare, a bore
and a scientist , a scare , more 

i miss a lot ,my senses have many a fence
this is the gift of science, tho it's no nonsense

I write since i see

 I write since i see
i see more than the scene allows me to see

i see the invisible
thru script i make it visible

my sight is the light
guides me right to delight

in black i see white
i say it in black and white

i hear the silence in the noise

i sing it in my voice  

i write for myself

 i write for myself

to please myself

to read myself

to talk to myself

i compete with myself

i win and score on myself

my scribbling is my self-referral

my being with myself, my self,

alone, exclusively joyful,

self sufficient ,unmindful

on praise, appraise ,abuse , applause ,

criticism, assessment, resentment , ridicule

writer is field

 writer is field ..

his work is particle..

field attracts particle ..

one's offspring is the most loved ..

he reviews

he nurtures,

he improves his output ,

like he brings up his children..,

wants them to shine in the world ,

not be destitutes rolling in the dust

i quote ''When a writer talks about his work, he’s talking about a love affair''.- Alfred Kazin