The Plot

I should tell you a thing
that happened many centuries ago,
that only I know of.
The stars were going on again
about how great it would be
to replace the moon with the sun.

“Oh, she’s so dull; she’s no fun.
The sun shines brighter;
she’d be so much better for us.”

They all connived to do the replacement
that ended up being very successful.
No one even knew they existed
with the sun shining so brightly;
they hated every minute of having her around.

The grass is greener when you look from afar.
Flowers tend to be extremely beautiful,
until you pluck them to keep and they die.
The sun draws you to her,
she gives light and love and warmth,
like a beautiful, adult siren,
until you draw really close.

The moon decided to return,
and take her place,
as you can see;
your moon may not decide to.

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Sun-Child

Sun Child

You’re quite eccentric,
aren’t you, sun-child?
This minute, you’re wild,
moments later, you’re mild,
something changes about the previous way
in which you smiled,
as if you have a switch with which
you control your lights.
It used to make me cry,
now I’m somewhat beguiled.

No one can make you the sun
they want you to be,
there’s more to you
than anyone can see,
you’re true to yourself
and that’s awesome by me,
and even if you turn red or green
or the colour of the sea,
as long as you are happy
and as long as you are free,
I would still be proud of you,
do you hear, sun-child?

Love and Imperfection

We strive to touch the stars;
we reach for them.
We crave to hold them in our palms
but we often forget that
stars have sharp ends.

When we get pinched,
we doubt that what we have is a star.
“This can’t be it;
this can’t be all I’ve dreamed of.”

So, we release it;
we let it go.
We begin to confuse ourselves.

We tell ourselves that a moon
can make a better star
because it doesn’t look like
it has sharp ends,
but the moon usually ends up being
either too big for us to carry
when it is full,
or sharper than the star
when it has proper blades-
when it is a half-moon or a crescent.

When we get hurt again,
when reality sets in once more,
we move to the sun.
We say-
“the sun looks more stable;
it’s far better than the rest”,
but we usually get burned instead.

We return to the star
in a worse condition
than we would have been
if we had been patient,
if we had stayed with it,
but it may or may not
let us hold it in our palms again.
It may or may not take us back.

So has it been with many things;
so has it been with love.

The Sun is a King of Swords

The heart of the sun is cold!
See how it punishes us so;
it makes us sweat for it’s strong presence
whenever it wants us to.

King of swords.jpg

I could be wrong.
Maybe it has a nice and warm heart,
but how would we know,
if it doesn’t let us near?
It’s always so defensive;
how could we know it well down here
if we have lots of fear?

Man on the Sun.jpg

“Man on the Sun” by Leo Barkarola

For all we know,
landing on the sun
could feel like landing on the moon,
but the sun won’t let us make it up there.

I Still Love You

withering sunflower

My darling sunflower,
you’ll always be my flower,
with or without the sun.

Do You

The sun shines.
The moon shines.
The stars shine.
Differently.

You can be your own self
and shine too.
Just by being your own self,
as a person or as a couple,
you shine too.

Moderation

As much as the sun is loved and adored,
nobody wants to see it at midnight.
Don’t overdo anything
because you have shone brighter
than they did,
or you can shine brighter
than they can;
allow someone else
whenever it’s their turn.

Eclipse

I don’t want to see the eclipse;
I want to see two.
I want to see you.

Analogy: The eye is like a total eclipse. The pupil is the eclipse and the iris and “white” parts of the eye- the iris and the sclera- are the rest of the sky. Two eyes- a lover’s eyes- give you two beautiful eclipses. 

Eyes

Eclipse: Sky Porn

Yemoja

The sun and the moon made love yesterday;
the moon went visiting without her star-children.
We all wanted to see,
’cause it only happens once in a while.

Yemoja I
They were at it for hours,
so if you see more stars than usual in the sky today
then mama Moon has had more children;
mama Moon “done got the deek”.

Éèpà Yemọja. 👸 Éèpà yèyé ò.

Make an Eclipse, or Not

Eyes

Oh, moon!
Why are you so afraid of being with the sun
now that he has asked you to?
Why are you so reluctant now,
if your left eye has been an eclipse
since the day of your birth,
and your right eye’ll remain an eclipse
till the day of your death?

I see how you linger afer work
to catch a glimpse of him,
and how he arrives earlier than usual
to catch a glimpse of you,
and how you both blush beautifully
when you see each other in the mornings.

Note: The eye is like a total eclipse. The pupil is the eclipse and the iris and “white” parts of the eye- the iris and the sclera- are the rest of the sky. Also, I was referring to sunrise in the “…linger after work” part…

On second thought, total eclipses are not beautiful or cute, except to the humans who watch below [social-media folks and outsiders], who may or may not know what the couple [the sun and moon] go through in reality. Realists know that whenever a sun and a moon come together, neither of the two is really happy; it results in a lot of dark times.

A moon will never be compatible with a sun. Opposites attract each other ’cause one would often be fascinated by the other, until one begins to take the other for granted, and the other begins to abuse their partner, verbally and emotionally. A business-oriented man who wants to climb the corporate ladder as quickly as possible falls in love with a union activist or a reclusive painter- a sun falls in love with a moon- and they expect to be happy if they commit to each other? Ummm… no. 

Even love will not keep them together.