Rememberer
By: Samrat Dutta
Tags: Universe, Love, Poetry, Life

Night Sky. (Source: Pexels)

When the lights fade and die in front of me,

The last human becomes eager to exist.

When the stars die and the darkness haunts

The single mind in existence,

A million things are there to be missed.

The universe dies and I am cursed to be alive

To be blinded by the darkness in front of my eyes.

Though great men wrote proses and poetry to fight for our lives,

I can do nothing but go gentle into that good night.

Entropy increases and matters decay,

And I’m a little talking monkey, floating in the space.

Though my suit is powered by the light of a star nearby,

But soon enough, all light will be erased.

Then there will be no air for me to breathe,

No vision to see,

No future waiting for me.

I will remember this universe, which can’t be replaced.

I will remember the little strange rock in the middle of nowhere,

Where monkeys became space-monkeys,

Ordinary became extraordinary,

Who made cool kinds of stuff and fought everywhere,

On land, water, the skies,

From Japan to the canaries.

We fought for foreign lands and we fought for our lives,

But we came together and built a home above the skies.

A bunch of talking apes shot themselves to a tin can

Floating around the planet, maybe it still flies.

We walked on our moon and placed a thousand more above us.

We reached our nearest planet.

Among us, cyan is always sus.

We were the only species there who discovered fire

And how to fly to another damn galaxy,

And built societies based on trust.

We conquered planets, galaxies, and the whole damn universe

And genetically engineered ourselves not to die,

But yet, there is no one here to be seen.

Are they gone? or are they a little shy?

The last source of light starts to fade

And soon there will be no one but me and a pitch-black shade

Of darkness swallowing me entirely.

We played God and yet, so afraid.

We made bridges, roads, and enough food for all.

We fought, we loved, we try to stand but still we fall.

We wrote, we travelled and jumped in joy.

We are the species who wrote the battle of troy.

We loved, we hugged, we kissed

And held hands awkwardly with the people we missed.

We build homes, with bricks, steel, and love.

We built families though survival was tough.

And in every single city, in every single planet where we lived,

We built every single thing we could have ever wished.

Peace was hard, harmony was unthinkable.

But still, we did it and peace became integral.

We fought a hundred thousand diseases

And survived a hundred epidemics

Just with our wiggly brains,

A bit of kindness, and a little ethics.

The streets and the alleys miss our footsteps,

And the buildings are suffocating for air.

And if you go there, in the empty cities filled with darkness,

You can still smell the aroma from my lover’s open hair.

This is the end and I have nothing to live for,

But still, I wanna exist for maybe a little more.

I am the only one left to remember all the great things we did,

And I want to remember a little more.

And when my oxygen runs empty

I will remember the first day we met.

Though I forgot how you looked,

I can feel your touch still the same.

The humans were alive and will be for a little more.

When I close my eyes, It’ll be all gone.

So I wish to live a little longer

As the darkness gets stronger and stronger.

Though this is the end, I know it won’t be forever quiet.

A new universe will be born and it again will be all bright.

But today I can’t help but go gentle into that good night.

The rememberer’s last wish is “let there be light.”