I have always wanted to see
the collision of stars from a very close distance--
with my own eyes,
in my bare skin without a spacesuit,
without a morsel of regret or fear.
While watching, I would want to feel the beeping pulse under my veins
intermingling with electromagnetic pulse of stars-heading towards each other.
When they would come closer,
I would enlarge my glimmering eyes a bit more in wonder.
And when they would finally collide,
I would hear the sound of collision in thatsoundless vacuum.
I would want a few moments
before the blood under my veins would pressurize my cells to surrender,
to experience the only biological explosion in the mid-space.
Yes, I would meet my own collision then.
My wasted cells would fly around the universe as long as it would take,
like stardust.
The last atom of my cell would find their final shelter
by adjoining itself with a new molecule, creating a new biological bond.
Where do you think
my happiness of seeing the stars collide would go?
It would provide the cardinal light to a new galaxy, because,
if my soul would survive in its tiniest portion like this,
I would never mind.
I have always wanted to be a part of this universe.
Always
like an eternal recurrence.
The writer is studying at Department of English,
Jahangirnagar University
