The red ball sank,
and the golden boomerang,
took over the dominion.
Nyx's reign had begun.
She brought along,
a swarm of cleaners,
fluffy, moist and laden,
to polish off all the remnants,
of the last occupant.
Scrubbing, washing,
rinsing, effacing,
all grimes of day,
they painted the night.
Pleased.
Proud.
Possessive.
Unwilling to share the limelight,
she closed the doors to stellar guests.
The board was black,
The board was clean.
Unadulterated by chalk-dust.
Yes, for once,
the black-beauty over-shadowed,
the eternal astral hotties.
The same eyes,
that shrunk looking up,
Widened to ingest,
All that radiance,
from the inkiness.
The same eyes,
that searched for,
the Orions and the Big Bears,
tonight were intoxicated,
by their own reflection.
The same eyes,
that yearned for,
the distant novas and remote shooters,
were uplifted,
by translucent nebular characters.
Characters that came to life,
from within my own eye.
Characters that came to life,
from the tear film over my eye.
P.S.: It was a really hot day in Bangalore yesterday, which was followed up with a refreshing shower and a dark night sky. The moon was visible for sometime and then it disappeared. There was a power cut too. The city went dark, my house went dark, and the sky went darker. Sometime we are forced into situations when we can do nothing. Its only during such time do we actually imagine, discover and reminisce. Normally when we look at up at the sky, we look for clouds, to put shapes to. We look for patterns among stars above. We search for planets or the brightest star above. It was only after yesterday did I realise that you did not need all these to keep yourself entertained. If you keep looking "closely" at a dark screen, you will be able to observe highly translucent amorphous objects on the tear film that surrounds your eyeball. These when projected on a dark canvas, like the sky, take the shape that you want them to take, and move around at the speeds that you want them to.
Sky, may not have limits.
Imagination, certainly has none.
