Grace of Cosmos

By Pritish Gupta

Meandering through the meadows 

Sea of grass, all things lovely, all things warm

A soul cold enough to bring ice age, 

Wrecking the very seas where water found its way in

Connecting all the world so away from eachother

But where is the man behind the sun

The warmth now lost, running in open fields

Send him a message, call him home

Tell him his friends called, 

Lover divine is lost, moon no longer blues the nights

We lost all who lived off our very existence 

Tell nature, its been humbling to be denied breathing 

Frozen in silence, eyes constantly awake

See someone close to me, entombed just a touch away from my supposed destiny

So I think, I alone have life that records the cycles 

All just space lights, no chamber, no safe vault,

No clouds, no being in skies

Under ice sheets, would marine life still swim

I heard there lives a man with a chisel in his hand

Carves sculpture of our very coffins, 

Could he not free us, heard he is from a land

Valhalla, peace, lush green mountains,  exotic flowers

Valley of the Gods, is he the faith we worship

I am alive, I can cry, I can dream, yet the cosmic light

Every night the arora's capture my faintest of attention

The fingertips of my lover that never crossed

Denied my solace

I do feel shiver, I am already ice yet its not of cold I most fear

Shiver of life just standing still, are our actions that futile

We could live eons like this, will the divine wouldn't intervene this last time

I plead case for humanity, 

Under the many layers of ice this is

The sky mystery, stars seemingly inch closer

Yet they are still, my watered eyes mistake

Any movement as potential saviour at cusp

Me and the lady savior were moments 

away

Running away from the might shown by human wonder

Scientist of the antarctic, last ones studying the cosmos, 

Maybe had to have a drink one last time

Knew time was near, the lonliness was our date

Just had to hold hand, as I saw the moon blowing up

Our atmosphere crumble, the dust, galactic

The chemicals inhaled, pure human toxins

She looked at me ones and closed her eyes

The way we are stuck, I couldn't look away from destiny met at the world's end

Her closed eyes still show a frozen emotion

Memoir of what it meant to have someone so far away

Its been long, man of meadows, warmth of literal star

What scientist I had be if I believed in you

Even in calamity, me and universe and maybe the pretty genius against the destined stop

Yet sculpt me and her, let me breathe the curse we put on nature

I have seen it all, my cryostasis has gone on in your wait far too long

Let me shake hands to be in my own fields

Valhalla calls, 

Or maybe somewhere in cosmic waves of light , me and the lady own our star

By Pritish Gupta