from within


Here is my hand, dear Alien.

Like me, do you now feel fear?

The universe spinning and failing

Just because we are so near?


The oxygen and the carbon bind us.

Does your blood pulsate in veins?

I stare at you, blank and mindless,

Captivated by unearthly claims


Of having travelled through many galaxies

To reach this blue planet of mine,

Of having entered countless palaces,

Only to witness demise and decline.


In this busy intergalactic lounge

Space visitors, chatter and story exchanges,

Alien, hold my hand and not a grudge,

Travel with me through timeline pages.


Your spaceship is pumped full of fuel,

But when the escape hatch needs mending,

I am giving you license for renewal,

Of timelessly granted take off and landing.




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