The hourly blackout in the city of saints,
for a moment or more,
dissolves the evening
in pitch black darkness.
Come up here and look, at
these constellation scattered skies.
How they twinkle like kamdani
on a dupatta of dark velvet.
A splatter of sequins far
and wide in this immaculate
Listen now, the whispers in the dark;
the wind and trees talk in rustles.
Close your eyes.
Open, at the infinity of incomprehensible space.
What are you and I
in front of these thousands of light years?
Like dust particles wavering,
in the morning light; minute me and you-s.
Remember the light; the ones you captured
in that moment in time, in that space,
in your eyes.
Remember; when others blur.
Or when obscurity comes along for a ride,
or when the blues are a shade too dark,
revive the true blue
that you now hold -
heaving a sigh, the electricity
then breathes back life in the night.
is now lit up.