Apr 2021
As the light seeps into the west,
And the Sun slumbers in to a rest,
Weary birds go out of sight,
The night, shy, comes from twilight.
The calm spilling over the pure,
With stars sprinkled on azure,
Come to light the puny lives,
Easy to miss, in the looming abyss.
Yet, Star-lit sky, through its heavenly rains,
Showers peace, on thoughtful plains.
Ecstatic nectar, flows from the moon,
as river of solace, by the hills of reason.
And the Sun slumbers in to a rest,
Weary birds go out of sight,
The night, shy, comes from twilight.
The calm spilling over the pure,
With stars sprinkled on azure,
Come to light the puny lives,
Easy to miss, in the looming abyss.
Yet, Star-lit sky, through its heavenly rains,
Showers peace, on thoughtful plains.
Ecstatic nectar, flows from the moon,
as river of solace, by the hills of reason.
Like the stars, we are easy to miss on a cosmic scale. Our lives have no intrinsic value nor purpose. We also are very close to "The abyss" implying death. Just like the vast darkness inundating the stars.
However, the star lit sky gives peace on people who think about this. Nihilism need not be depressing. It gives solace while staying reasonable, indicated by the river of solace by the hills of reason. The safe feeling is always bound by logic, not by faith or anything else.
However, the star lit sky gives peace on people who think about this. Nihilism need not be depressing. It gives solace while staying reasonable, indicated by the river of solace by the hills of reason. The safe feeling is always bound by logic, not by faith or anything else.
