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Nov 2018
Sun's flames
Burning bright
Like Jupiter's
Unpredictable
Dance Of gaseous fluids,
Valiance of the lightest blue
of a reasonable red
Saturated
Carves cerulean into my
journey
Deadly release
from my colorless possessions
Like firecrackers
As I concave
in the helium nucleus
Nervous
But, hey it's chemistry

I take on a star's life
Now
In the interstices of intergalactic expedition
Probably fluorescent green and yellowish-orange
A supergiant in the existence
Dimming in the future
I feel my death bringing
Closure
Believing in
Touching skies
That are opal
Like the world
My change
Being
A black hole
That says "Hello"
A brilliant dimension
To whole new world
In a parallel universe
Mass of Jupiter exceeds all the planets. Near the asteroid belt seemingly colorful in a variety of patterns. It expresses fluid dynamics in frenetic variety in the keeping with the expanse of the universe. The quantum physics of science make us realize predictability in a parallel universe is just a matter questionable unpredictability. We can pretend that life is easy but when reborn, a set of rules forces us to work towards understanding each other. That makes us awkward as a new generation. Reborn to relive our mistakes. Extremely awkward isn't it. Struggling with our thoughts just to say "Hello" to our loved ones. Like black holes in a parallel universe vacillating between absorbing stars or learning from them. Parallel or not we all have matter and that makes life. In a parallel universes, we would expect the different axes to be in unscientific spatial arrangement. As a black hole, has a ton of mysteries leaving the singularity as an enigma and point horizon as a conclusion of all the arrangements of time. Past- the time that once was, Present- the time that stays, Future- time that has gone away with Destiny.
In similarity, I suppose that people can have awkward moments fitting in this world and expressing their desires and thoughts alike their needs and wants. But a black hole as a single purpose after a star dies it is to create space for the universe occupied by light and not-to-mention gases.
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
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