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From A Single Scintillation

A very tiny star, flickering helplessly 
In the vast night sky which stretches 
Beyond what our eyes will ever see
Its flickering fastens, and then it's likely
Its end
But that's just the spot where things begin to 
Bend
As the star disappears 
It reappears just as fast,
This time with arrant effect 
An effulgent glow
Hiding from sight all other stars around.
And then it bursts 
Detonates, to give rise to something new
Something surreal
Something beautifully anomalous
A supernova 
And incredible sight for our eyes to feast upon 
And what seems like the very end 
Might as well be the better beginning.


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  1. Shyamala NMarch 2, 2025 at 9:10 AM

    Kanna kutty!! What a beautiful poem da pattu!!! You have beautifully drawn a parallel between the cosmic event of dying of a star and birth of a new one to our own lives !! At times, a few endings might seem sad and might make us feel as though that the world is closing in on us, but eventually , it paves way for new beginnings. It’s completely upto us to be able to take the fresh new starts in our stride and welcome them with open arms !!
    I am amazed at your keen sense of observation and your ability to thread seemingly disparate things so closely together !! Keep writing da patootie kutty ❤️ ❤️

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