Quasar

By Sarita Shubhadarshini

Black mountain, lady Godiva, longest partial lunar eclipse,

White Unicorn flying past it, black silhouette is all I see.

I am no omniscient, but I know all about you, all that you do.

I scantily see you alive, you say you die every morrow.

I believe you as I know you live in the evenfall,

And you are a quasar by the night,

You shed scales of pretention, extinguish pseudo lovers.

Blackhole. You’re abysmally abstruse all around,

A deciphered obscurity, a mythical mystique or a concealed revelation!

You ‘re the event horizon that engulfs all, even light

Into your darkness, stillness, a place of no return.

For me, You, yet are a Quasar. Cause I know, once you were.

You’ve swallowed the light in you, it’s within you, not your fault.

Your resurrection in when you decide.

I can fix closed time like curves for you, if you wish,

You can be the Punarvasu, What about white holes?

I trust your power, I see your strength, I love you. My Quasar.

You’re not lost, but you found something bizarre.

To redemption is to liberate from sin,

To live is to emancipate from death.

Even wilted flowers revive in vers brook.

By Sarita Shubhadarshini