The red spot of Jupiter is a bleeding heart
How could even faith in love tear lovers apart?
Who still puts one’s fate in the sight of a comet
When chances are small as the key of a locket?
Are there really systems beyond Andromeda?
In the vastness humans are only mantissa!
The Earth is just a globe on the palm of one’s hand
A flat map of lines and shapes of skies seas and land
Sleepless nights are the result of uncertainty
Moments when fiction mixes with reality
The mind is revolving in spherical motion
Million hearts beating loudly in consternation!
Why wish upon the trails of long dead meteorites?
What is so special about the aurora lights?