The Sidereal Show.

              The Sidereal Show.
           I love my days.
          They create my shadows with the sunlight.
          As my shadows toe my line,
          I claim no itch for a following;
          It is me,my shadow and my day,
          Each breathing their own air in adjacency,
          Not clamouring for being together.
          I love my nights.
          They bind me safe within my blanket.
          My dreams team up in a row with my sleep.
          It is me, my dreams and my night,
          Each flashing colors in proximity,
          Not proclaiming oneness at any cost.
          My shadows and dreams are strangers to me
          As darkness to day and light to night.
          My body is the badge of my soul,
          Like the shroud is to the body.
          The body looks not for the shroud
          As the soul bothers not for the body.
          So do day and night taking their 
          Independent cycle not minding about
          Who follows whom or who belongs to whom.
          Being attached is being dumped as sediment.
          Separation is a sidereal show of life.

                                                                 P.Chandrasekaran.