This Obsession Of Mine

The Chronicle of Our Cosmic Conjunction

From the singularity of accident and acquaintance,
To the circle of ecstatic chemistry and camaraderie,
All the way to the sphere of attachment and affection,

Things fell into place, one after the other,
Like a serendipitous supernova.

Her mystical aura kept refracting,
Within the nebula of my reason,
regardless of the time or season,

The symphony of our tryst,
umbraged the swarm of my fears,
And made me look, at my
parched and perforated souvenirs,
as mementos of valour.

I'm certain of the present cause we're here,
but might be dwelling, dormant,
in the gloom tomorrow.

Still, every speck of my extinguished,
ended-self will remember,
how we were young as the big-bang,
yet old as the singularity.

I'll give up a sky
abundant of stars,
for the one in my closest proximity,
"the scorching sun that you are",
Is what my intention, to tell her,
Is what I would wish for,
the moment I'll spot the trajectory of a showering meteor.