There's one who long ago to a black hole went

To hide and keep her secrets far away

She had been called by name of Alice then

Whose secrets darkest were too vile to say

But little did that piteous woman know

There's one who long before had seen her plan

For long before her diary was thrown

So long has he observ'd the black hole then

The radiation too, had he kept them

The photons that came from that black hole there

Nor now won't quantum gravity stop him

For has the dynamics he stripped down bare

The only thing that is hidden from Bob

Is the wretched secret of his dear Alice

Alas, woe to her! Oh dear Alice,

For on this earth there's nothing that is hidden,

No concealed things, shall not ever be brought

Into the light in front of men again

To shout upon the housetops here on out

* This poem is based on the paper by Hayden and Preskill (https://arxiv.org/abs/0708.4025)

Distant realms apart

Entwined by silent secrets

Hidden and untold

Up until an age we knew 0’s and 1’s

Nothing more, nothing less.

Yet with every bout of innovation,

We embarked upon a fresh revolution.

They called it the next generation

Of tech with every passing revolution.

From limitless data consumption

To establishing boundless connections.

Have we seen it all, you ask?

Wait until you see magic.

The magic of superposition,

Of entanglement, of teleportation,

Of states, of uncertainty, of qubits.

The world has yet to see magic

In real life, in real time.

So gear up!

Because this is going to

Sweep us off the floor.

Wait until you are to see life

Beyond the realms of 0’s and 1’s.

Wait until you see the magic

Of bits dancing in a delicate ballet,

Of quantum states, colouring the

World using a different palette

With infinite shades and a

Multitude of patterns.

I am hiking these days

On a popular mountain

Adding small detours

To the listed trails.

Still my thoughts go to those years

When I walked where nobody before

In that vale from influences hidden

Which without me the world would ignore.

To be now where many are,

Many were, and many will be

Is pleasant company indeed.

But have I perhaps missed my call?

In your eyes I see,

Reflections of me you saw,

They connect us all.

Like a wave they act?

But no wiggles on the path.

Between us they dance.

The humdrum of a Monday morning

Outside the window where I sat

Life bustles like crazy on a big yellow crested tree

I tried to write a quantum poem

But can I do better than ChatGPT?

Let me try

A quantum poem

ought

to

be

tiny.

It is here just below...

See it?

And entangled,

see below

And breaks all non-contextuality inequalities

There is a qubit in Singapore,

Idling hard at the computer’s core.

When MRT drives by,

Magnetic field is high.

Qubit cannot tahan, works no more.

Conversation between a monk & a physicist about Quantum Entanglement