INSANITY

It is but yet another random point in Space- Time,

With no meaning in and of itself,

Yet I look upon it with all the reverence due to a magical portal

The moment signifies naught but yet another revolution of the Pale Blue Dot

Around an insignificant star at a forgotten edge of the cosmos

Yet I look upon this moment like it could herald revolutions

The heavens have gone on for eons and will continue for eons to come

Beautiful, cold and indifferent

Dancing their way through time – reckoning it on a scale that is beyond me

Yet I want to believe that this particular moment is as special to the cosmos as it is to me

I call it the Future , I think it is yet to happen and I look forward to it

The cold , distant stars laugh at me , “But it has already happened , we know , we have seen it”  , they say,  but wont tell me anything more

I look down, unable to bear the coldness of the Heavens

And I look back at what I call my Past

I survey the debris and the rubble from years Past

Promises – broken, unkept and unrealized

Ideas – half baked, half-forgotten and half realized

Unread pages, unwritten stories , unwanted troubles

Dark despair and unbearable stillness

I am going to carry all of this Debris to the so-called Future

Through a magical portal that is not magical

And expect this Debris to magically transform into architectural wonders

I expect revolutions where none are in the offing,

I expect the Cold Cosmos to share in my view of the Future

I am stung by The Indifference of the Heavens

I am depressed by The Debris of the Past

And I am afraid that the Future has already happened

Yet I find myself looking forward to another Year

Insanity? , perhaps , but it helps me survive.