Masquerade

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1)The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky

and I understand why

each twinkling star is our guide to a lost one

a missed position, will lose those left behind

the spirits ascend to a position, form into an arrangement

then twinkle spells into their own milky way

staying elegant in diverse company, staying obvious

in their shine, delightful at every age

defining love and light, unbiased

to size, color or position

So, the stars choose to stay arranged

to give us an obvious faith

in the inevitability of a larger life force

 2)The  clock can’t strike thirteen

since the 12 hour churning of the 2 hands rule us

our days exist as defined by the path of our clock

we proclaim day and night, not by changing skies

morning mists and twilight blues, are but tools

only for spiritual dimensions, or creative gazing

sometimes, rarely serving as a conscious pause

between the creation and the creator

The clock however, is an appendage to our mortality

changing it will be possible, a challenge

to surgical alteration techniques

of behaviours, bodies and constraints

3) The sun can’t rise in the West 

just because it is a universal basic

deciding to rise differently

will be an amusing process, nearly schizophrenic

the Sun looks forward to be reborn, each morn

in that defeat he gives the reason to his moon to show up

in slumber, he courts the ocean beds and coral reefs

bribing the blue underwater to swallow his moon

He rises dutifully, to enrich the planet with his warmth

strategic in nudging the moon into a silent darkness

staying close enough to bring her back, when he tires

he owns the order for our breath, irrelevant therefore

whether he opens his blazing eyes in the east or west

what matters is just the act of being reborn

 

4) We live in a masquerade

We have not mastered the mysteries of our planet yet

We  continue to question, and regurgitate our answers

Yet our belonging is to horizons

where disruption is a core value

NaPoWriMo 2018

Writing about the impossible and making it happen

Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

One thought on “Masquerade”

  1. Stars stay arranged to give us a faith in inevitability but clock is an appendage to Our mortality but the sun looks forward to be reborn every morning
    -profound thoughts beautifully etched. Let the mystery of nature remain a mystry .
    To have a vichar (analytical debate) on the mysteries of Kudrat( nature) leaves us wonderstruck (Nanak in Japji sahib)
    You are really a magician of words . A Poem par excellence
    Papa

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