The Space Above

Taken during my trek in Purushwadi, Maharashtra, 2017

Bowing to the massive stench,
Of the high untrodden vacuum,
No sound, no air; Mega combustion leaving lavish glow.

Bowing to the dark twilight infinity,
the combined reign of stars and planets,
Ruling our very earthy essence.

Bowing to the celestial cerebral,
The intense starry explosion,
Fluoresce with nebular charm.

Bowing to the rings of eclipses,
This beauty leaving with its own effects,
The cosmic indulgences, strawing attends of thousands of men.

Bowing to the cosmic mysteries,
The work which cannot be known whole,
For the star dust reveals only all, what it wants.

Bowing to the spacial deity,
For the beholden wishful stars to barnstorm,
Where the celestial slices shall transform.