Our love is an illusion
a mirage,
like the sun setting in the sea
the light has traveled
from the past
to reach you and me;
the big explosion
our big bang which made us
the life around you and me
we lit up the sky
weaved life in its tapestry;
our death gave birth
to the planets
and the constellations
a divinity for everyone
to see;
the attraction kept us in
our orbits
gave us the momentum
to our dance of attraction
a swirling dervish
intoxicated by pure serenity;
we birthed the seasons
and decorated our earth in the
different shades
of the color of glee;
our push and pull
moves the waves in the ocean
weaves the tides in the sea;
let’s enlighten the star-spangled sky
till we shroud
shrink
collapse
and spring into the death spiral
to turn into the black hole
the inevitable death,
the final destination
for you and me.
–Megha
I blog at Megha’s World
Photo by Adrian Pelletier on Unsplash
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