Life,  Love,  Poems

Acrostic Constellations

I often found myself gazing at Orion constellation, 
mumbled “There he is, the great hunter,” 
you must be trustworthy, holds the story of million years
And I will follow my finger 
traced the big bear in the northern hemisphere, 
“Don’t you miss your minor, Sir Ursa Major?”
Or if I am lucky enough, 
I can see our little barred spiral Milky Way galaxy among other galaxies, 
hundred light-years across
Ah, what about the shooting star? 
I know… it is just a glimpse of stardust, 
one miles away across my dirty lenses
And at times our eyes whirred comet-like 
Tracing its way to the wise constellations, 
like the entire atmosphere of Venus blows across the face of the planet in 4 days
I am afraid that I have loved the stars too fondly
To be fearful of the night
That it can leads to a self-destruct
Maybe John Green was right,
No one could ever fathom their thoughts into constellations
For Jupiter has promised Saturn
I wish I was as beautiful as my middle name, Aurora
much like an aurora borealis geomagnetic storm
I thought it was daringly magical, a touch of beautiful smitten
Though I am not
[23.2.2016-00.09 p.m]

**author’s note
idk whether i can call it a poem or not,
i will never stop amazed by the beauty of the entire universe,
and my words will never be enough to describe nor express my endless amazement. 
mashaAllah. i am grateful…

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