The pyre of time consumes the fractured shore,
The solar corpse floats dead in lunar blight;
Cosmic currents wail a wrathful lore,
As galaxies un-stitch their hearts in night.
The silent Pleiades weep constant tears,
A dark horizon locks the turning globe;
A bleeding wound on stellar shade appears,
While timeless voids ride out in hidden robe.
Light-years away, the wars of absence reign,
Where quiet vacuums eat the dying stream;
The purging fire inflicts a final pain,
The Vessel falls, a long-forgotten dream.
The cosmic months dissolve in hollow grace,
As raw creation hides its dying face.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@September27,2026.