Puisi Tentang Masa Depan Novels & Stories

It was as if the burdens, the fears, the heartbreaks of the past months had vanished, leaving only a promise of a future stretching out before us like an open road. *

A future no longer bound by darkness, but written entirely in light.

We will be a story in a book yet to be written, Remembered by generations we don't know. But this love, though time runs out, Will live on, though the world becomes mortal. Like the stars that keep twinkling in the night sky, Our love will be an eternal light. In the future, in whatever form, It will remain, burning, never dying. This poem takes us to the future, where technology may change the way we feel love, but the essence and depth of love will remain eternal, transcending all changing times.

The technology in this time is so advanced that you will not be able to imagine it even in your wildest dreams. The airports do not exist anymore. Instead there are spaceports. People travel from one planet to another planet, one galaxy to another galaxy for vacation, marriage ceremonies, birthdays etc. Each spaceport has upto 300 rockets and space shuttles. All the cars are now aircars. People do not need aeroplanes and trains anymore. They are just kept as models in the museum to help the upcoming generations to see these 'vintage' machines.

The library lanterns drifted overhead. The unfinished book rested open before us. And somewhere beyond the last written page— the future waited. Not as a mystery. Not as a destination. As a story. Still becoming itself.