The End Of Time

By Manoj Vaz Ramchandran

Explicitly, essentially, eventually; eternity will end,

The world as we know it will cease to exist.

The sun rising won’t bring newfound ways to mend,

Spirits won’t rejuvenate even for the optimist.

Distant stars may twinkle, celestial planets, shine,

If we think ourselves to be the center of creation,

The rancidity of our flesh and toxicity of our bones,

Will find lament in our karmic soul definition.

Frozen, stuck in time, residing in a loveless abyss,

Dead souls breathing cosmic oxygen meant for life.

The trance takes over the rhythm of beating hearts,

Being able to stand in the universe will be strife.

Lilies, orchids and roses arranged in a floral sphere,

Alas my departed, it is a wreath, not a bouquet. An iridescent barrage of aromatic fragrances here,

This is where my broken heart finds a tourniquet.

I press my skull against the veneered coffin walls, Tortured in darkness as chaos consumes my soul. Ambushed from devilish corners of unknown calls,

Forgive me universe, for I know I have done foul.

By Manoj Vaz Ramchandran