By Karthika Rajan
What if I’m a star stuck around a black hole
Orbiting around
As a mute commentator of all that is known, unknown and unknowable
Well studied, yet merely understood
Just like a virus.
What if I'm in love with this despair
This fatalism
This frantic swirling past its starving host
Despite being devoured of its own matter.
What if, this encounter of abyss
With these silhouettes of harmonized breathing
Sabotaging itself
For a scrap of intimacy
Reveals the depth of all my cracks
In a trillion years
After the chaos has yielded
Past all penalty
One nightmare less
But a dream lost
This star - I hope shall be
Kneaded into a planet
A planet - I dare say - holds a promise
As glorious as the star it was born from.
By Karthika Rajan