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  • Writer's pictureNamrata Gurung

The Sound Of Night…


Luna

Beyond the mechanical clucks of fan, Beyond the dimly lit lights of man…

The night grew its prowess unceasingly, Howls and barks sulked in the expansive darkness…

And there, from above, She watched us all.

She watched with her silent gaze. Changing shades and shapes.

Mystic yellow Pristine White, Burning red, Yet all the same, The same face with her distinctive wrinkles and composed smile…

She made me humble, She made me seek, She made me probe Beyond the mechanical clucks of fan, Beyond the dimly lit lights of man…

She made me reflect upon That, which she reflected His visual proximity: unnerving…

Other brothers of his Scattered the night sky, colossally Yet never did affect so immensely For their rich patterns distanced in a scale too beyond…

Too beyond the mechanical clucks of the fan, Too beyond the dimly lit lights of man…

Helios, his power radiated, Bursting open the sheaths of Terra, Marking poignant presence Through day and night…

Yet Luna, the Divine, Silently bore his rampant flares… Fearlessly she faced, all the cosmic Ventus, Protecting her lone child, Terra.

She encircled the line of safety Making Terra realize her powers And lone, the Luna Cradled Terra soothingly…

A balance that created you and me. Under her we bred, She made us breathe, As her luminous eyes Watched over her grandchildren: you and me…

We live under her caring caress, And yet too blind, Unable to see beyond the mechanical clucks of fan, Unable to see beyond the dimly lit lights of man…

Oscillating in the equilibrium Helios, Luna and Terra create We tirelessly sweep The cosmic web…

Reverberating in the galactic waves We transcend Beyond the mechanical clucks of fan Beyond the dimly lit lights of man…

Background: It is one of those moments, when you stare up at the night sky and find the Moon (Luna) ever so close, that, which gives you the eerie feeling, its another world, another place, so close, not just another dot in sky, its prominence is overpowering. As you look at its different colours through months and its different shapes, you also notice that it’s the sun’s (Helios) light being reflected from its surface, as though you are connected to the sun and can see it even at night. Its one of those moments that make you reflect upon your life on earth (Terra). In this particular poem, I’ve tried to capture the essence of it, and many lines are metaphorical of the actual physical phenomenon e.g. changing shades and shapes refer to the Moon’s phases and colours; Luna’s wrinkles and composed smile refer to the only face of moon that earth sees with its craters and lines; if it wasn’t for the Moon revolving around Earth, the internal dynamo of Earth wouldn’t have been created, the convection currents in mantle that causes Earth’s Magnetic Field wouldn’t have been created and we would been washed off by the solar winds, thus Luna’s protective encircling around Terra; Moon is also the reason for tides, and in a way one can view it as Luna cradling Terra; rampant flares of Helios basically refer to the Solar Flares of sun and cosmic Ventus is cosmic winds (rays); the sun with its strong cosmic rays is the one that can distort the Earth’s Magnetosphere and one can observe the Auroras i.e. interaction of charged particles with earth’s atmosphere and hence Helios breaking the sheath of Terra; the stars of night sprinkled across the night sky are referred to as Heilos’ brothers (since sun is a star too), and although their number is immense, their distance and constellations seem far away and small in front of Luna’s poignant presence; and as we with within the solar system, revolve about the Sun, and Moon around Earth, and even the Sun wobbling and earth too about its axis, also Milky Way hurtling towards Andromeda: in a sense each connected to the other by the Gravitational Field, we are definitely in a cosmic web; in the space time warp of masses and gravitational waves we sway, and thus reverberate and transcend beyond the mechanical clucks of fan, beyond the dimly lit lights of man. For sure, man created the artificial lights and mechanical equipments for himself, yet it’s when he loses himself in the daily chores, monotonic work , self made maze and misery, that he ought to look beyond, for life was created and exists, beyond his apparent worldly ties. For he’d find peace as he transcends beyond artificial barriers he’s created around himself by realizing his cosmic identity…

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