A Stir In Interstellar Dust Colour Poem by Lovita Morang

A Stir In Interstellar Dust Colour



A stir in the Interstellar dust colour

In between the island of stars and work in progress
Slashing away the shield of rioting shines
I am not a misunderstood poetry,
in these arms of mine, in solemn,
Like the murmurs play of a knightly tourney.
We get none, nothing in inventory
I am not a misunderstood poetry,
Partially finished, cards of identity
Just a poet in guest-appearance
in mysterious voyager's inn;
Life in relativity being in astrobiology's origin.
Finding love in universe;
Fluids in the cyst of my metaphors,
smilies and hyperbole, voicing void all in vault of verse.

How all stars walk together, rejoicing unavoiding?
In black hole binary's bright fate;
How a single star lose companions,
but in binary birth's nest finds a soul.mate;
in Milky walk way's gate, reinvent.

Lo! How it flowed, the milk of human kindnessin me,
how they churn choir out of cosmic dust- gold;
Whirring in the physic garden of worshipful world.

Only in my poetries of dust harmony, I plant fruiting tress of love's symmetry;
Part of things, pleasing, as a story of a poetry like creeping and crawling reeds in grave's grieve and coffined-love's cemetery.

Tell me, where? Where my love- belong?

I calculate days of wait in-computational modeling of black whole: in habitability's hole.

But, I still am an inhabitant of earth;
Devoted to sensual saviour's vivere to re.live in acts of art.

A life glows in this starlight ring's realm;
Love's resonating meets in gravitational microlensing film.

Polarized lights pierce through pulsar wind- x-ray polarimetry.
other spaces recognised me as the crown corona.
Treasurer of dynamic clues, in mystery planetary.

In planetary dynamics, I am the cosmic dust.
A poetry in the airs of exoplanet atmosphere's lust.

The black holes hold it all.
Gravitational micolensing a love brewing around the black hole.

Smeared in red-mud bath, skin to skin....
I still am an inhabitant of earth;
A love, I savour in earth's hearth,

I am

A pre.destined fire-winged lover;
Dust of interstellar's world in colour.

-Lovita J R Morang

© LovitaJRMorang1092016

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Life like the interstellar dust find colours in between theshine and whine of the stars
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Lovita Morang

Lovita Morang

Arunachal, Assam, india
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