“Insignificant” reflects on the enormity of the universe and our tiny place within it. Through stars, galaxies, and the night sky, the poem explores awe, humility, and fleeting self-awareness. It is inspired by a photo I came across on the web long ago, an image that stirred a quiet sense of wonder and perspective.
The image that inspired this poem Source: Web
Insignificant
I dwell on the expanse of the cosmos
Eternal and unending
And my worries scatter like dust
in the vastness of thought.
I look up at the night sky.
The moon shines in its silvery shimmer
The stars twinkling afar
The light reaching me eons later
still light up my eyes.
The cosmos tells a story of a time,
Older than anything I will know.
The Sun, the giant fireball
another star that is just close by.
Our beloved Earth – the Blue Planet
turning quietly and going about its way.
Milky Way, our galaxy
Just another among countless others.
Here I stand, under the night sky.
Another soul among billions,
My heart pacing with questions,
My mind filled with anxieties
That dissolve when I understand
the enormity of what surrounds me.
What is a worry
measured against the age of a star?
What is my sorrow,
set beside the mysteries of the galaxies?
Yet even this insignificance holds weight.
Is it the ego?
Or an innate desire to be something more?
And I console myself with this thought,
an awareness that is often fleeting
and mostly forgotten.
That the universe is vast,
and still,
I exist within it.
It is both unsettling and humbling.
Jyoti is a Content Developer and a lover of books, an Engineer by education who finally found her calling in words. Taking long walks, practising yoga, listening to music, meeting a good friend over a cup of tea, baking the perfect cake – all these little things make her happy in their own way. Jyoti enjoys writing on a wide range of topics but her favourites are food, books, travel, and culture.
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2 thoughts on “Insignificant: Poetic Reflections on the Vast Cosmos and Self”
Jyoti, bahut hi acchi poem likhi hai tumne 👌
Brahmand ki vishalta aur insaan ke chhote hone ka ehsaas itne pyaare andaaz mein bayaan kiya hai…
Har line dil aur soch dono ko choo jaati hai
Love you dear🤗
Thank you so much for your appreciation and kind words. Hume jab ehsaas hota hai ki is brahmand mein hum bindu matra bhi nahi hai, toh sab pareshaniya gaun ho jaati hai.
Jyoti, bahut hi acchi poem likhi hai tumne 👌
Brahmand ki vishalta aur insaan ke chhote hone ka ehsaas itne pyaare andaaz mein bayaan kiya hai…
Har line dil aur soch dono ko choo jaati hai
Love you dear🤗
Thank you so much for your appreciation and kind words. Hume jab ehsaas hota hai ki is brahmand mein hum bindu matra bhi nahi hai, toh sab pareshaniya gaun ho jaati hai.