All by the love of stars

 I look at the sky with my Hazel brown eyes, shining. They seem like pools of honey as a ray of sunshine strikes them. 

But I can't understand why, I can't stop looking at the sky. I have an unanswered question, or a secret untold ; why does the sun set? Why does this ball of fire, a star, keep burning itself? And yet the sky gobbles it up like a starving beast. 

The sun shines it's beams, through the soft, white ,heavenly clouds. Creating art, we all writers write about. An art which cannot be unseen. The sun just drowns with the clouds around and the sky is blue, purple, orange, red and pink. All colours of love, I would love to paint you about. 

Such a beauty, such a scene. I utter no words, I go all silent. The sky leaves me stunned and speechless. And I promise you, I won't lie; I've seen all of us being mesmerized by the sun drowning in the sky. 

Such a jest or maybe a shame. Indeed I tell you. You are nature, we all are nature. We selfish effigies of mud and tears of the earth and tears of God's, just enjoy seeing others in agony and pain as they drown. "We're humans". I gasp, "After all? ".

But indeed I tell you, the sky is the child or an aspect of karma. In fact, we all are the kids of our very own karma. As you smile at the sun drown into the blue nothingness. It pulls out it's true form, the one you and I, we all can't deny, the one we've feared all along. The dark rises again, and we all crawl into our beds. Afraid of being swallowed by the darkness. 

But the sun so in love with the earth, doesn't want to leave her alone in the dark. For the sun knows, that the dark is the truth and is hard to accept. From miles, it shines, sending it's love to one, unknown to all. The moon is imperfect in all ways. 

The sun brings in it's mates and family together, with the moon to show their love to the Earth. To shine in the dark pitch black sky. And finally it ends. The dark truth hides away from the bright light lies, lies that we believe, blindly indeed. Lies that blind you, such that a look at them can turn you blind. 

But now the sun is in love with the earth and the moon. 

But at times moon breaks herself, destroys herself. Doubting if she really is loved by the sun, but she comes to back to the bewildered darkness for the stars, who never left her, for the stars who love her. 

And not a day passes by without me having a thought about how the moon wasn't loved as a maiden but will always be loved as a mother. I realize now what they meant when they said a mother's love is unconditional. 

The moon takes the love from the sun, gives it to the earth with a heart which breaks-heals-breaks and heals again. All by the love of the stars.