The long bus journeys to work and back, marred by the traffic troubles, give me the time to gaze endlessly and reflect. Rain washed streets, foggy cold mornings, being cleared and pushed aside by the Rising Sun. The flora gearing up for a new day, the landscape bathed in Gold. A small tribute to the Great Star of our lives….

The Sun.

Life flowing in Golden rays

Lighting up the misty haze

Showering divine grace

They..

Divide the skies

Partition the lands

Invisible walls on the waters

But you…

Smile on humanity

Arms encompassing

All Creatures alike.

Color up the canvas

Glistening diamonds

The diminutive drops of dew.

They..

Deified and worshipped.

Ra, Surya, Apollo, Shamash.

The Thanksgiving many.

For you..

Invigorate the green behemoths

That feed the widening mouth

The gluttony and the avarice.

 They..

Discover your past,

Predict your future,

Morbid and macabre

I…

Dance in your warm embrace

Celebrating existence

Yours and mine..

                                                              - Sukanya the Lunatic Bard.