The Sun made it possible for us
to live and grow

However, in 5 billion years, the day of the judgement
is about to come,
when the Sun will swell and devour the Earth.
Our then-current state and our past
will be precisely reviewed by the Sun.
We'll be appraised of what we've accomplished,
and judged for our deeds
and all that stuff.

But,
the Sun had got the date wrong, because
we will ******* **** ourselves
way before this time.

We're all ryders
    on our own,
   of our own kind.

All life on Earth
is translated Sun's energy.
We're the children of the Sun.

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The Universe is a constant repetition
of womb like creations.

Darkness is easy to craft,
However, what's also easy
is to get stuck
with your creation

Thrilled to be a human.

Rain seems to be the final solver
of all the  b a d   t h i n g s
we weren't able to get rid of.
        We just have to stay at home
     and wait,
                       till it's over.

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A random moment, sound, word, sentence, scene
act as a grain of salt
thrown into a concentrated solution.
A poem crystallizes and branches around it.

A neuronal mountain
As one digs deeper into it
More and more secrets unfold.
Insane forgotten mines,
tunnels arranged in geometrical
manner out of this world.
Darkness, gems and gold
glittering mysteriously
Abandoned railways and caverns
where echoes remain.

The dusk's sky  -  We've burnt it to ashes
The dawn's sky  -  I've scattered it's crystal like glass