By Amrita Valan
The crooked moon flashes me a sidereal grin And ducks under cloud cover. Hinting all and sundry Leaving a trail of nothing. Every star in the sky chortles in silence Diamantine derision. Who trusts a wanton one-sided luminary? Who never reveals his dark side? I wrap my silver stole with its indigo lining Tight over my throat and shoulders. Before I am drunk on moonshine There will be lines written Abdicating it.
I am never too tired to star gaze. Knees aching, heart pounding from Steep three storey climb, Breath fierce and sharp, I rejoice under the pallid moon Steeped terrace. Wind caught between buildings Fanning my face, expectations Raise my eyes to the heavens. God never leaves his obsidian Blackboard empty. Tear drop trailers advertise movies From alternate realities. Some other history blinks and Winks mysterious significance. Time distorts the date light messages Were sent. Can’t erase it. Stars stand steadfast sentinels, Staring into oblivion. Muses of Lumos, offering Music of the spheres To the inner ear. Twinkling teasing trails of questions Whose answers both bemuse And mystify. I am caught in a wondrous stellar web Lustrous beyond reckoning. An urge to go astral, nihil ultra, Wanderings beyond my human Origin.
Sol our sun has many facades Many appellations. Le Soleil the brilliant one. Helios rising god of Greece Suryan the Hindu god On chariot driven by son, Saturn, seven horses of the Spectrum pulling it, A rainbow cavalcade Merging to white clarity. Middle-aged yellow star In its prime, fusing hydrogen To helium in innate fury. Give or take a billion others? No source of mystery? Our sun has tales and myths associated Heroic qualities attributed Life giver, He grows beyond human Comprehension, to a Rage of angelic vivacity. How many stars in this universe, Can boast an Icarus? A Konark Temple? Sun dials and Inca sanctuaries? Ra of the high Egyptians? The devoted reverence of sentient Life forms that are aware that it’s Crucial for life itself? Black hole sun, our dread terror, And Goldilocks effect, our Incredible luck of the draw In cosmic hazards of existence. Crimson blush at sunset Pale ivory gold at dawn Brilliant white fury at noon Sun has many faces Adored by many names.
Amrita Valan is a writer from Bangalore India. She has been published in several
anthologies, such as Poetica 2, The Poet’s Christmas and Childhood anthologies to name a
few. She has featured in online journals such as Spillwords, ImpSpired, Portland Metrozine,
Shotglass Journal, Oddball magazine among others. She has a master’s degree in English
literature and is a mother of two boys.