Our Universe, of atoms, accidental
Springs into sultry existence
Far from earthly fathoms
God’s guttural life sentence
Time; an unholy mother
Unborn, reborn, and neverborn
Deviant and defiant, we discover
Vicious thorns of forlorn scorn
War; a cold world in order
Shaping up stars, lives, and souls
As dying galaxies scream louder
A cacophonic universe uncontrolled
Why do we scream?
When we can whisper
Breathless air into dreams
Horizons of a cloudless vista
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Yo, listen up; let me explain.
Why do we scream when we can whisper? It’s insane.
We could breathe air into dreams and create horizons.
With a cloudless vista, all our doubts, we’ll be risin’.
A different world it’s right here; just listen.
It’s a few syllables away, like atomic fission.
Break down the word; it’s like splitting an atom.
Nuclei, this new playa starting from the bottom
In our Universe, atoms collide and align,
A sultry existence, so fine it’s divine,
God’s life sentence, etched in stars and time,
Far from earthly fathoms, a mystery sublime.
Is it time for haiku?
Watch me strike a dagger on this page.
Rhymes are a crime; watch me spit:
The same ol’ message: three different ways
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Unholy mother
Time ticks on, never ceasing
Life, death, rebirth
Deviant, defiant
Against fate, we rise and fight
Thorns cannot hold us
Cold World at War’s End
Galaxies whisper their last
Universe undone.
Written by Arjun Khade for MTTN
Edited by Aditi Atreya for MTTN
Featured artwork by Aarathi Mohandas for MTTN
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