Star-beaded sky,
Thy mystery is profound—
Thou art the keeper of nature’s restless heart,
A symphony of secrets, so maverick.
Where dost thou hide The mirth of the dawn?
Art thou the handiwork of fairies, Spun from the spirits’ realm?
Thou stealth my sleep,
Casting shadows upon my “spiritual delight,”
Weaving stillness into my celestial being.
Why dost thou conspire with the fairies
To leave me awake,
While the world rests in your embrace?
Do you long for my worship?
Or find joy in my unease?
Thou art the beloved of mystics,
Cradling their thoughts in the silence of your lap.
Yet, your shade of black
Serene and eerie in tandem
Mocks the innocence of my youth.
The white pearl behind your dark veil
Teased my infant eyes,
A mystery cloaked in shadows.
Some nights, you shroud your million eyes,
Weeping heavenly tears. Are
they the ambrosia of fairies,
Falling from realms unknown?
Time slips away,
And still, you hold me in your grip.
Why dost thou sink me into sleep,
Leaving me yearning for her soothing light?
She, the bringer of dawn,
Lingers in delay,
Forsaking me to your solemn embrace.
Yet, within your depths,
I find tranquility,
A fleeting solace in my mortal journey.

V. S. Gowrri Sankary is a passionate writer and a budding linguist who is pursuing research at Department of Linguistics at Central University of Kerala.