
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
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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