Star Gazing in The Rain

A hundred thousand galaxies flourished and died, beautifully tragic and splendid, all in the relative few seconds, in which we sat dazed, watching as drops of rain glided past our windows.

A hundred thousand galaxies flourished and died, beautifully tragic and splendid, all in the relative few seconds, in which we sat dazed, watching as drops of rain glided past our windows.
Taste of flat beer,
Surprisingly, brings back
distant memories of freedom Days,
Free Days and
Easy ways—
Almost always, Blasé.
When one needn’t
to do much, but to Observe and Sway,
and sometimes crave—
barely Awake,
Still sleeping…
Oh!
this was Our
best state—
Rarely aspiring to don
on the great Atlas,
Never fearing
the coming
of a crucial Date.
bring sets of armor and gear,
crates of nourishment and safety nets
to places barren, chaotic, or unforgiving,
and hope that one shall survive.
one could bring it all,
yet the Only thing
that does not rot, erode,
or become molded over
amidst the commotions
of endless Wilderness,
remains a True Love’s
Touch.
they Consume and Devour,
with innocent eyes,
Tragically without hindsight.
Ruinous tracks
left behind, yet
they know not
What they do—
Alas, cared for and get by they will,
For those who Love them
love to Live,
to love, and
to Embrace suffer.