Dedicated to Mulhima.
The sky is sad tonight,
his tears becoming solid hails
in the chill of a depression.
He groaned too in a blinding rage
every now and then
and each time the night grew
transparent, white, silver and blue,
baring the emptiness around.
I have always wanted to be as vast as the sky
and here I am, sad and bare as he is tonight!
Measured in meters I stand half way
between the universe and quantum particles
as lonely as the first and incomprehensible
as the latter, unpredictable at best.
After the fierce hailstorm, wind blows in sobbing gusts.
After the dripping of your words have ceased to flow,
I cannot remember why is it that we must
live like Adam and Eve with two unpardoned souls!
My dear Saint Valentine, beaten with clubs to death
by the thugs of emperor Claudius Deux
for thy love of Christ, thoroughly unfaltering,
here I lay my humble words as pledge to thee!
Well, I have had my fill of human love
and tasted too, sweet surrenders coupled with bitter scorns;
now I know humankind is in love with
faithful dogs and icky jellyfishes, instead!
Love has always been blue for me not red,
that is the color thou shall I paint with as well!
Let thy love not be a manacle to what is thine,
rather let it be wings for them to soar
across the blue sky of glory, honor and fame,
while I pray to God to make me His Valentine!
The ancient rope maker’s wife is in love with me,
so am I with her for more than a decade now.
Earlier it was the earthly dragon’s fume,
as the mighty being sped across the sliver sky!
I have seen so many of my friends fall and die,
faring too close to the sun and their wings melting
like Icarus before spiraling down
into the depthless ocean of despair below.
I tried that too, in a vain effort to witness
how much heat would it take to melt the wax
that holds together my fanciful wings and life
but I found myself weakened by the force of space and time!
So I am back on the ground scorned before, perchance
to save the sparks and kill the winds in an eternal dance!
The other day as I rode through the sky
on my chariot, drawn by the Pegasus,
I saw the Sun was not glowing as bright
as she glowed when her smile came from the heart!
I reined in the mighty beast beside her
to enquire why had she been feeling down,
the world below must have her light and warmth,
unless she wants them all killed with her frown!
Well she spoke but in whispers, delicate,
so I could hardly discern what was in her mind,
nor could I diagnose her mind’s current state,
though it’s about Jupiter, that much I realized!
His insolence I knew was so often too much,
so often, in pride, his due orbit he forgot
and claimed to be both the divine king and the church
though being nothing more than just a lump and a knot!
So my darling sun, do keep shining on, alright!
If you are ever blue or down
look at my mirror for once and
behold yourself in the grandeur of your own light!
(The light that keeps them warm!)
(The light that keeps the world alive!)
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I must die or become a god tonight,
taste the earth or the sky,
with a conviction that shall make
even Prometheus white and pale!
I shall be both the cold Winter and Spring,
as humble and accepting
as the first but as haughty too,
basking in the lush and green hue!
The heavy mountains shall float in the air,
like cotton clouds stripped bare,
as I preserve in destruction
and drive the raindrops to their home!
Yes, I guess the world will know tonight that it’s me,
when I lay siege and override my destiny!