This Diwali, there’s no lamp, trimmed or otherwise;
oil always needs a wick, to soak up and burn.
The stars align for a moonless night,
a pensive Parvati rolls her dice.
Here’s the other cheek, let the dimmest starlight
or the darkness strike and take its rightful turn.
The dark nuzzles cloudsoft against my skin, and gives
everything a rest, no shadows, no fears are rimmed.
I’m not afraid of these moonlessnesses -
stars burn out, and lamps, only darkness lives.
Surely Laxmi’s free to choose her addresses?and if she sleeps where the night is bright or dimmed.
A very happy Diwali to you and yours if you celebrate it. And if you do not, then I wish you a happy autumn.