You are one immense stardust
swallowed by the dark
yet refuse to be ravaged.
Your soul glares
colliding one with space
as you are the ablaze of the universe.
You forgot you have dust
in your own definition,
yet you keep glimmering
and never deceive yourself
for it doesn't define you.
When the universe
create one big bang
you make yourself
as one beauteous mess.
You never let
yourself to get
sucked into
the supermassive
black hole
you have known
from the first place
that someday–
you'll be eaten by one.
You are
the light,
the beauty,
the mighty,
the supernova,
while I'm just
a dying meteor
waiting to fall
into nothingness.
Picture credit goes to google image.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
Dusty Ink.
कविताThis is where my soul hides. It is a book full of words that combines into an art. My only runaway mess of reality. It is a pack of love, heartbreak, and the dark side of me put into one. So, here I scream my thoughts, will you feel my scars?
