Stars

Written May 4, 2016

Stars aren't myths
They are pendants of the rich,
Unreachable to cynics
And connect the dots for kids;

They are prayers to the mystic
Devils and angels to theists,
Hope to anoint the sick
Bright enough to wish upon them;

They are aliens to agnostics,
Illiterate beings, who can't
Prognosticate their meaning,
Seeing only tarots and gossip;

Stars are poems to poets, who
write them into women's heads,
Strewn as rose pedals upon her bed,
cosmic adornments coaxing orgasm;

But to believers, the stars aren't myths
They are the thrones upon which
We sit, and we are the comets
Flying about our starry realm,

Rewards for earthly imprisonment.

Reviews

[Mrudula Rani]

Stars stir so many emotions in a poets head. I loved the notion... stars strewn as rose petals on her bed, cosmic adornments ....wonderful writing.

[Maxwell Ryder]

It’s an honor to meet you and have you here, Mrudula Rani. Thank you for your wonderful words.

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you for such a beautiful and kind words. I appreciate them very much. It's pleasure reading your writing.