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A mesmerizing twilight- Solar Eclipse


Sky was bright and blue

Streaks of clouds were few

Sun stood ready with a smile

Seeing the moon walking in style


Orbiting the earth full of grace

Steadily she walked in the space

Multiple eyes protected with glasses

Glimpsed the universal show in masses


Daylight of the sun got dimmer and dimmer

Shadow of the moon grew bigger and bigger

Suddenly, the sky got darker and darker

Air around us became cooler and cooler


Birds and squirrels wandered

Chatter in the mind wondered 

Is it midday or midnight?

It was a mesmerizing twilight


Day appeared as night

Avarice and desires covered

Pain and sorrow clouded 

Inner light was shadowed 


Rope appeared as snake

Fears took over to shake 

Mother of pearl appeared as silver 

Desires ruled with shiver


Oh No! 

Is this for ever and ever?

Asked the inner seeker!

Can a shadow cover the sun?

Can ego fool the true self?

An uncultivated urge to know the truth

grew in deep silence as a sleuth


Who am I on a day that appears to be dark?

Who am I in the deep sleep that always sparks?

Am I the mere body of five elements?

Am I the mind full of varied thoughts?

Am I the senses that enjoy the temporary pleasures?

Am I the intellect that rules over the treasures?


I am not this

I am not that

I am neither this nor that

I am not this and not that 


'As though' a scissor was applied

Me and mine fell off in a slide

As the past was emptied out

As the future disappeared from sight

I am, the timeless, spaceless, existence

Shines brightly all day and night


Eclipse is temporary 

Moon walks away 

when the inner space is witnessed

'As though' the shadow is lifted

Sun shines brightly 

Now at this moment!



Near total solar eclipse April 8 2024 in Connecticut











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