Space Travel, A Story's Tale, The Seeds, Palmyra: The Fallen Ruins

  • Vaibhav Bharadwaj Bhopal, M.P, India

Abstract

Space Travel


 


There is a sound; of a certain kind.


Permeating all space. A traveller’s hummings.


A low whistle-like, melancholic.


Or akin the humms of a great engine.


 


It’s more a song than a sound.


As if, a far forgotten home, calls.


Incessant, it gives a backdrop of notes,


To the bleak darkness of space.


What hears one, the others hears not.


For the sound, is not a song, heard by all the same.


Instead, it speaks, not in words but through feelings.


For each, it brings a different message.


 


In the midst of fervent activity,


It summons the mind to listen.


For in space, one must learn to take,


The guidance from the ever-present singer.


 


The same sound, I heard in the womb.


Heard it, in passionate exercise of love.


Unmistakably, it was there, around my death-bed


A friendship forged in infinity.


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

How to Cite
BHARADWAJ, Vaibhav. Space Travel, A Story's Tale, The Seeds, Palmyra: The Fallen Ruins. SMART MOVES JOURNAL IJELLH, [S.l.], v. 7, n. 11, p. 8, nov. 2019. ISSN 2582-3574. Available at: <http://ijellh.com/OJS/index.php/OJS/article/view/10148>. Date accessed: 12 dec. 2019. doi: https://doi.org/10.24113/ijellh.v7i11.10148.