I am coming very near to the sun,
While all my belongings
Charred to death- a deep history.
And this history prevails and prevails,
Amidst the columns of time
And thousands of jingles of bells.
And the future…?
The imminent joy has stopped,
Spiralled with an unknown curse-
Lightyears away.
In the darkest of the universe.
A dying mist just then
Quench my thirst.
Through all my canvas,
Though all my cast.