© Shanyu Bihani 2020
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.
Into the dense wood With a stick in my hand I wonder if I should Leave back the land Fly as high as I can In the dazzling skies The galaxy waiting for man Till it finally dies Well it’s in millions of years But the glamour is to be found To desist our fears…