Cosmic dust- an ekphrasis

Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.

Fairy tale moments

Oh! take a break, Pause! Just wait! And those running first, For once, be late! For those with mountains- Of goals to climb, Oh! Just slow, It ain’t no crime! Just think of evils, You have killed, Not prophecies, To be fulfilled. Don’t hope for all, To end so nice, Like fairy tales, Free from…