Macrocosm

Ever so often we are mesmerized by the beauty this universe unfolds.
We are drifted away into the walls of an infinite rope-
That connects us with things that are colossal,
Made of half parts helium and half parts fire.
The rope, on the edges of which hangs the belittled human race,
With divine touch of our gods and goddesses.
I say, Let’s take the path that would lead us nowhere!
And at the end of it all, we might as well learn the language of the Universe,
And find in ourselves the Soul of The World.
Who knows where it might lead us to?
I’ve always wondered if things like these would ever be worth risking it all,
Or is it just another pipe dream that comes and goes?
But isn’t life a collection of all the tiny risks that we end up taking,
And a heap of regrets that shall forever bury us in the sands of time?
From the dew that resembles cut diamonds,
To the stars that twinkle like gemstones,
This road will not lead to Rome;
I am hungry for more.
Even though I’m undernourished,
I will forever be hungry for what this universe has to offer.
There is nothing so real and alive than the cosmos with us in it.
It is a world that is never to reach the end of that path-
The one that leads me to nowhere.
And if my fear is what concerns you,
For all those who are listening,
I am not afraid anymore.
I want to let this macrocosm consume me,
And allow me to be a part of it forevermore.
Fear, is only a momentary lapse,
For those that can’t see the truth,
Truth which hides in every creature born of this world.
So take chances, take risks and let those uncertainties take control of you,
Because victory would be no delicious,
If our destinations were already known.