Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Ria Banerjee

The nucleus is unstable-
each atom of my being breaks away,
breaks apart, micron by micron-
till it collapses.
Memories travel light years-
to steal a kiss,
to touch, to feel-
to wither away in that
touch and feel.
We are separated by forceful erasures in History.
We are held together by forces of gravity.
Caught in the whirlpool of
shrunken space-time,
I am sucked into a blinding darkness
from which light
has no escape, no respite.
My core is dismembered
and mutilated- brutal
forces of vector and velocity
hurl me into an abyss of the infinite
black hole.

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Ria Banerjee is an M.A in English Literature (First Class First) from Shri Shikshayatan College, affiliated to Calcutta University. She is currently engaged as a faculty in Prafulla Chandra College, Department of English.

3 COMMENTS

  1. I have quite a knowledge of Black Hole . I never think someone makes a poem on it. It truely amazing.

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