Collapse: A Poem


Space is an all-consuming black hole,

Twinkling stars are the Trickster’s ploy,

Angelic wings turn igneous once I ascend,

So I plummet into the interstellar alloy.


Galvanize in the cradle of darkness

With nowhere to run but the very nadir,

Faith is a squandered philosophy

When my strength is a hopeless crusader.


The nexus twixt my core and my being

Twists into pieces of flux coursing through me.

Listen closely into a conch shell, the voices,

And rob me of these violent surges of mortality.


The entire galaxy conspires against what is mine

As the agonies of the seared wounds relapse.

This fuel might seem placid when it’s bubbling

But it’s violently seething to the verge of collapse.

– Rubani Kaur

Photography Credit: Erik Tamo


2 Comments Add yours

    1. Lovely way to look at it. 😀

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s