It’s happened before that I haven’t put up
lamps for Diwali. The winds, grief or love
have stopped the flames and the darkness has been
my deep solace and festival enough.
It’s an odd goddess that discriminates
and does not step in through unlit gates.
Does her omnipotence flail in the dark?
Does her third eye need lights to navigate?
Surely those who could not afford the oil,
the homes left dark by personal turmoil
have the greatest need for the gods to step in,
lift faith and fortune rather than recoil.
I’ll continue to let emotions strike
the match, the gods too may step where they like.