Sunset Vanity

The horizon was slowly coming to a halt.

The lit-up sky chose to froze a minuscule

And belched a golden tinge into the blue.

The day was rotating to a stop and

Birds dove into the sunset winds.

One could not see the sun on this day,

It was hidden, shy, behind cement walls.

But the sun does not know its radiance

Only grows wild when it says goodbye.

The serenade in the west was too much in tune to not notice.

The Arrow On A Loose Bow

Have you seen Artemis striking a lunar pose

In the dampened lightless sky?

I saw her shifting beneath tonnes of darkness,

And a damsel in her wake.

Venus was just orbiting,

A heavenly body tied to a ring,

But did you notice the goddess,

Born and borne of foam and sea?

I think Aphrodite heard my eyelids

When they closed and then opened wide.

I made sure my gaze was her mirror,

And she looked down once, and then once again.

I did ask the Huntress,

How her arrows were not dulled

By the light shown from her face,

And her bow not bent, but taut.

I heard her silvery mane slide sideways,

One little splash in the moonlight,

And the bow would let loose -

One moonlit arrow that'd not miss.

Is It So Real?

We see the sky is blue,

But is it really so calm?

How much more blue does it have to be

To be more ancient than the burning suns?

Is it high enough, for a dome so big and round,

For the winds to breach and shatter into songs?

Where does it begin to sink,

And where does it end to rise?

Is the sky really so endless,

Or is it bound in the human mind?

Hurry, Not Haste

There is little time left,

How can you tell a story in a daze?

It began a long time ago,

It began when the sun was a lonely star,

It began when the stars were still all dusts

Clinging on to the ever expanding walls of the Cosmos.

But didn't it begin a little earlier than that?

When time was still not conceived?

It is hard to say, what time it was;

Surely it was a time when time was not.