There is a ninth planet they say The earlier ninth was Pluto, by the way! He was bumped down from his post. Titled a dwarf, just a planet's ghost! I wonder how the ninth planet looks Why was she cast so far, was she a sook? Imagine how lonely she must be So far into darkness, she has reached. Sun, her father is a tiny speck In a dark sky full of flecks. She must be searching for her love Abandoned and cast away, without any hope! She is being mean to everyone in her path Looking for a flaw, which incurred Sun's wrath! She is flung afar, beyond gravity's reach And she decided a lesson she will teach. So she pushes away everyone near her orbit They are thrown away in trails elliptic Like a yo-yo they are all pulled back. Everytime, around the Sun, they go in a track! She is just trying to show, she is there In a world where no one really cares On the brinks of the Solar system, she lies. Showing she exists, when everyone belies! On the brink, she has a teetering hold In a deep dark nothingness, that is so cold!
Just today, I read an article about the existence of a ninth super planet as large as Neptune, lurking somewhere in the deep dark vastness somewhere near the ends of the Solar System. Astronomists and Space scientists are still debating if such a planet really exists and that made me think of how little we truly know! This one is for all the things Humans still have absolutely no knowledge about!
Once I saw the moon blue And yet I had no clue It looked as milky to me As I had always seen! Then I was told the fact of life When the full moon twice a month shines! That is called a blue moon I wish I had known it soon!
Once I saw the blue blue sky Over my head, above so high And yet it felt like I could touch Just with a jump I could reach The vastness that fills the void Of all blemishes, it is devoid
Once I saw the deep blue sea Stretched as far as the eye could see Fathoming depths with secrets many It was a revelation, do you know any? It waved at me with tiny arms I was in place, where I couldn't be harmed!
So, then that is what blue does for me What's your color? Is it as lovely? Where does it take you; near or far? Is it dark as the night or bright like a star? Do tell me soon, I am waiting to hear Who saves you, like blue, my saviour?
One, then the other, then more and more piece by piece, I leave myself in the ghost town. And I'm going down, old, like in the ashes a log And so cold...
Piece of me is still out there, somewhere in a bunch of crumpled smiles. There, where the morning dresses in purple the roofs. There, where are no more amateurs with rented costumes and cheap roles. There, where I stopped dreaming about spoiled doll's. And I'm lying down old, like in the ashes a log And so cold...
One piece of me is still somewhere confused by your growing obligations. Where the world fell asleep before us, and where, at least for an hour, we had our first dream. And one piece stayed there where my songs made sense, and my dead hands wrote black letters on your white body. And now I'm leaving town old, like in the ashes a log And so cold...
Piece by piece, by piece, I leave to your memories. All I have to do is see you tomorrow, and move your mind, the way I know. And all I have to do is bite your lip for some new year while burning balloons fly over us in Paris, or anywhere And all I have to do is dying in the fog old, like in the ashes a log And so cold...
The newspaper tombstones read 'here lies the truth'! ___________________________________________________
There was an obituary this morning in the newspaper. An obituary that was not in the obituary section. An obituary that said you and I are dead! No, not in the exact same words. But I read it. Read it in between the lines; written in the darkest invisible ink. It said, you and I are dead!
OBITUARY ---------------- 'Truth has met it's tragic end.. It fought a longstanding battle. But in the end it breathed it's last. As courage was in short supply, the power thirsty elements spread toxins throughout, shutting down organizations and institutions one by one! Brain death could not be prevented.. '!
Tomorrow there will be another obituary, in the non obituary section. And in the invisible ink, it will be written again, in bold "Y o u a r e d e a d".
When the parallel world questions whether love or responsibility. Some say love but as to the citizen in responsible position responsibility comes first.. Don't know what say and what not.... Where love shadow the memories from far... Enthralling the instances of YOU ONCE TOLD ME.... to fall