The Cosmic Tourist Poem by ajayaraghava panicker

Blue is the colour, I boarded the mystic glow
The craft fast as light years
Sped past Milkyway, nebulae and black holes
Oh, No, the earth no more as a peck of the creater
and sun as an extinguishing candle
I am.

The blazing cosmic egg reddish brown hue
lo, am beside this blazing star
Earth melted away afar in play of time
It is there,
alas still not there!
Yet I knew it is.....
was all that a dream?
The eternal flowring of time and space
Hold on, where is time and space?
Timeless time and spaceless space

Oh the beautifull Blue earth, as an embryo in cosmic mothers womb
‘Am the cosmic tourist not back to home
Is all a dream?
A dream in the self
or
A self in a dream?