The sun is Jealous. A relentlessly Jealous bastard.
He’s been stuck. In the Same spot. For fifty zillion years. In the Same sky. He will be for another 38 zillion years. In the Same galaxy. At the center of the Same nine planets.
The sun has been stuck with Same. He’s Jealous of Us.
We have two thousand billion spots to get stuck in. One spot every moment. Feet here now, there now, I’m gone now. We have twenty four different skies everyday. Walk. Sit. Stand. Pace. Lie. Lie. Silence. Scream. Nudge. Drink coffee. File knives. Arrange books. We have arms with fingers dangling at their end, we touch everything we see. He’s jealous we have all this while he’s just got Same.
So he Burns
burns burns burns
Burn one half, then the other, then back to the first, burn, flip, burn, flip, burn. It’s a methodical burning. The skies first. Air. Mountain summits. Burn ice. Aeroplanes. Penthouses. Trees. Water. Ground. Burn our feet.
The sun has burnt a permanent fear into our eyes
lest we look him in his and laugh at his plight.
He blazes so much, at times he rains. Like today, now. Five minutes of surprise rain bang in the middle of a noon scorch. Hell it’s not rain – he just burnt himself to a sweat, the insane blob of fat orange.
And now look, he returns. Slips back into that bright orange-yellow vest that holds his brimming bosom. Fat sun - swallows our seas, our rivers, our terrace water tanks and burns at us in return.
Why doesn't he just burst vest and all
6 comments:
That was a wonderful bit of poetic reflection, hutchi. U can work on that a bit more with time, and i guess u have a very good text in the making. Enjoyed reading it a lot. There's a tactile quility in it that works wonderfully.
Roy
roy!!!!
dunno roy, only bits n pieces happening...i'm in bits n pieces here.
oh but thank you thank you kindness!
brilliant work....how is it that ur thots are so free n flowing.....
thank you.
don't know....just...happens now n then
Beautiful...
The sun is jealous... sometimes he makes you hallucinate!
...but then ..I was just wondering! havent we learnt to just taunt him all the more! ...3 billion pair of feet scampering around and those wimpy yellow flowers holding their neck up high! ...all this when he's up there burning us! ..and we slumber when he does! ...is this an ageless raging war or is that just our way of love :)
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