Wanderers through the cosmos

We are all travellers in an endless universe,

seeking the solace of a star streaked sky;

We search but find ‘beyond’

hidden by street lights.

Luminescence is merely a concealed illusion-

evil’s instrument.

But who knew a shadow-factory

could fabricate a facade?

Who knew that glimpses of a ‘cheerful’ abyss

could continue to persuade

us to thrust the name ‘scary’

upon the innocent?

Through the illusion of light

and our world - a viewing device -

our sight is narrowed to nearly none.

And so we believe that midnight is dark

and forget that night hangs stars

one by one;

That it cradles constellations

in its gentle palm,

sprinkling them with glitter,

just for us,

placing them to our familiarity,

just so that our troubles may be calmed.

We are specks in an ever-changing sky,

This magnificent cloud of disarray.

On this planet we live our lives,

structure organising our every day.

How it makes our hands shake

to think of a grain of sand left unnamed.

How it makes our minds quake

to think of a galaxy of fire, ice and change.

We cry in fear of the uncertain and indefinite,

for the loss of a perfection we will never attain,

but we forget that we cannot order the infinite

yet the universe still lives, functions, remains.

It is so freeing - as we look to the planets,

trifling marbles in a boundless game -

to remember what we always knew deep down:

That we are so insignificant, and every mistake

that we will make in our tiny lifetime,

is not known beyond our atmosphere;

just a snowflake in an eternal wintertime,

glittering in the light of a million suns,

far and near.

We are parts in a macrocosm.

We breathe in our niche amid a thousand planets,

yet live under the weight of a clock’s hand.

The tick tock controls our short lives, but sound

doesn’t travel through space’s furnished wasteland.

History omitted the knowledge

that time is a man-made concept,

and humans were the first ones to count the orbits

of our solar-system’s contents.

But just as we forged the shackles that,

for centuries, have bound our wrists,

the key to unlock them, in our

worn palms, will forever exist.

A thousand aeons of explosions and lifelessness

have plagued our galaxy home,

yet here we stand, breaking the timelessness

of a place where it’s infeasible for life to roam.

Still, sometimes we forget

that we are one in a billion,

that we dwell amongst the asteroids-

That we were made from stardust.

We are flecks in an endless sky,

our life, one blink in a foreign time.

How wonderful it feels to stop and see

that amongst planets and stars dwell we,

And as life flickers past, forever we’ll be,

wanderers through the cosmos.....