Another Creation

Detaches, a part of me. To find some space. Time cracks a dark matter with unknown speed, colliding to release the invisible. Chilled particles land on distant psyche. I will give you blue rains. It hurts when I think between choice and will. Light was arrested in the stone. At dusk the stone becomes a star. I kiss a beam and bid goodbye to stilled doors, of my ancient past. This universe, after the bang plunged in a dry desert, moving through dooms. Yes and no confirmed to uncertainty. Another explosion will expand into a fresh galaxy. I will watch the rise of hundred suns. SATISH VERMA