Traces of Love

Traces of love

Forces of time 

Scratches of elation 

fossilising light 

Drink deep from this cup of uncertainty

for the stage overflows 

brimming 

screaming 

of infinite etchings, scripts and dramas

of both rapture and sublimity 

Colliding Particles

Trembling icing sugar

and corn flour in brevity

defying the all pervading 

gravity

Splashes and stains of squirting lime 

dusty kitchen shelves 

creating time

Why is it that we cannot really fathom

Space and time  

in constant oscillation? 

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Titan

Liquid methane on Titan

reflecting the Sun

Spectacular and at ease 

for the day has begun

How soothing is the Sun

appearing day in, day out 

on horizons of infinite bodies, 

which, 

like rolled out marbles, 

catch the glint of this burning light source

a game in which each body has its own temporal course

Otherwise wrapped in the pitch 

darkness of sleep 

This empty stage of space 

so endlessly vast

exists solely for the theatre of a human cast

Surely Not!

Saturn's tilt is not yet understood 

how then to measure the giant's hold, on its moons?

The final orbit inside its rings revealed nothing solid 

just big empty clouds 

hot and torrid.

Shadows 

The long shadows of dreams 

move like slow deep wells 

Skimming flattened surfaces

Willing the tenebrous accomplices

to go on ahead

Create a definition 

of the mist and disposition

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Vinita Khanna