Interstellar Poem by Garima Raj

Genesis.

Emanation from inanimate to animate.

Traversing in this endless cosmos with incessant possibilities.

With the formation of distinct beings to homo sapiens to humans.

Diversity!
Random creation of words.

Contingent meanings associated with it.

Facts, emotions, feelings, rationality...

Self and others.
Prefatory needs to epicurean wants.
And I stand desolate.
Flawed, Imperfect with lowly IQ.
Then starts the basic tendency of survival;

Forming relationships.

The one who gave birth to the one which will complete me.

Those hierarchies of needs to be delved into, de novo.

Need to write; to make it immortal.

But what? What should I fill this gap with?

You, me or these mundane substances?

Why not write in a vacuum?

A denial of reality. Is it?

Isn't vacuum the only truth? Oh, did you just pause for a moment and gave it a thought?

So, write...