Hello and Good Evening. Welcome to your first read from Moon, Melancholies and Muneeb.
This poem goes away to narrate your existence from two distinct sights. The first expression establishes how small you are while the latter part goes around the vastness of your existence.
The format tries to incorporate the established expression. For someone as limitless as you, I’d welcome suggestions.
existence/EXISTENCE
existence:
To think of you standing across the milky way,
You to be captured in an instant,
Eyes sprint onto you,
To be explained in nanoseconds,
Observable and recognised,
The tiniest spirit of the universe,
Millions dreaming millions of dreams,
You to be just another star out there,
A mere dot, a point or a drop,
In a place infinite times bigger than you,
To challenge your existence?
Or do you even exist?
You are not a star closest to the moon.
And how old are you?
Fairly recent if it’s comparable,
Under the nametag or an impression,
You?
To be this small and random,
A minor mark.
Existence
To think of you standing across the mirror,
Unexplainable and vivid,
Framed in jumbles and shatters,
Eyes fallen once, never to be reclaimed
The alchemy of softened nervousness,
And in the nights when you unwound the moon,
On a gravel road after a goodbye,
Heavens weep a sorrow, you stand yet a hope,
You are mountains and valleys in reflection,
In the length of your curves are cities, tender,
Jupiter could never do, even a withered you.
How old are you?
Lingers a million years in a kiss,
And you?
The moon worships.