at the desk,
a Cytherean lover,
with tobacco stains on his
fingertips —

his affinity for
parchment paper
soaked in bergamot
and sandalwood
left me alone
with the cosmos.

on an eclipse,
a cigar graced his lips…
my favorite trick was
the halos he blew around
the moon.

the constellations were
yellowing notes
by antique tapers
(“years and years,” the
telescope hums),
and the Scientist paints me
another Jovian lullaby.
coffee lives in Starry Night
because of him...

That familiar redolence
as I browse the bookshelf.

Within this lonely now
Under blankets of night
Sunlit absence departs on beams of light

In the middle of this nowhere
The soul slips away in every direction
Riding a quietly tragic wave; a cosmic infection

Once a roar
Now a sigh
This love once burned like stars that never die

And now that ten thousand years can't save this life
We find ourselves together alone
Destiny shipwrecked us before we were even born

You were a secret hiding in the open
Must have turned a blind eye
Found a supernova posing as a clear blue sky

How empty the spaces between the stars
The darkness between them all ours
Because no one wants empty space
Like the gapping holes in fine twine lace
More darkness in the universe than light
And you can only see it at twilight

The empty feeling
Deep inside
And from what I'm seeing
Spread so wide

The cosmos lost
To the darkness
The deep high cost
Of trying to harness
The power of light
That was lost in the fight

Once the universe was all white
But now is a dark sight
As light moves away from another
And leaves far spaces between
And those far spaces smothered
In darkness at the seams

Everything is darker
Never lighter
The galaxies shine bright
In infinite numbers
Yet their gentle light
Next to the darkness brings slumber

Light can never beat out
The empty space so throughout

Some stories find no reason ever to end,
eternity is all ears throughout  the length.
On a plane different,some do not even begin,
possibilities sowed in  stardust lie in wait.

ചില കഥകള്‍ പറഞ്ഞു തീരുന്നതേയില്ല,
അനന്തത അതിനു ചെവിയോര്‍ത്തിരിക്കുന്നു.
മറ്റെവിടേയോ, ചിലകഥകള്‍ തുടങ്ങുന്നതേയില്ല,
നക്ഷത്ര ധൂളിയില്‍ വിതച്ചിട്ട സാദ്ധ്യതകള്‍ കാത്തിരിപ്പൂ
(Translated to Malayalam, a language of south India)

Of drifting stardust and waning moon,
A distant voice sings an ethereal tune;
A spell of nocturne this voice recites
From the knowledge of an archaic rune:

"Hath wandered about vast nebulas aglow,
In auroras of energy only she couldst bestow.
This omnipotent child born of thine dark;
A galaxy of radiance deep within thy soul!

Awaken! For the moon, who departs into flight
Commands the Cosmos before thine veil of night!
Gathered her gems in the heavens and strikes
This Goddesses’ wand with a pale, silver light!"

On the riveting tiger skin,
intricate tantric motifs
nature has deftly sewn,
indicative of the mystery
of communion predicted
by the stars, the fish in
intergalactic oceans
that dream beyond time,

her lush, **** body spreads
in anticipation of the union
foretold,in palm leaf scrolls of yore
the ancients wrote, as revealed to them,
defying all human logic.

Shiva, merges with Shakthi
Lingam, the ******* plough of creation
seeks Yoni, the fertile awakened
feminine soil that awaits sowing.
The churning of the milky sea begins
in excited, repitative,  motions
till nectar secretes, bringing sublimation.

Then begins transformation,
she becomes the devine lust
of the universe, the receiver of pollen,
to create, proliferate, sustain and spread,
the circle of mystery widens every moment.

The tiger skin on which she lies
before him assumes its grand version now,
it's the sky, without a beginning or end,
she now is the drawing  of the universe
reduced to  the symbolism of female body,
a pure white piece of cloud, taken by wild wind
above hills, dales, that in course of circumnavigation
gets pregnant, then, rains in torrents over the earth.

the union, an energy in waves, spreads
creating fertile imagination, in all beings
earth in green pulsates, with the  universe,
the rhapsody resulted is in all colors.

She's an imp of a troublemaker fairy
they call her Heather Featherwand
she lives midst ancient ruins
    'pon Saturn's ringlets
          of ethereal ice & dust
you might get a peek at her
  neath a summertide night's dream,
she wears lavender and tangerine
  to blend in with the blazing cosmos,
 her pale peachy butterfly wings
    make sounds like katydids
     singing in the treetops and
         cicadas come to life at night
  further adding to her mysterious flight,
she took off one day, they say
    with the man in the moon
  and they've been starstruck ever after