The Quintessential Space-cadet

space cadetPS – written for all the Space-cadets out there – Love Ya’ll!

Your mind is the galaxy’s edge,

Forever expanding through –

Time and


Hardening like diamonds everything

It comes across –

Forming crystallised, multifaceted

Webs of information

Very much like Nebulae

Yet free-flowing through dimensions unvisited –

Black-holes and beyond,

Light-years away,

From this mundane place

We call


It’s an escapade,

You’ve made

You self-contained astronaut,

Holding within your suit the –

Secrets of the Milky-Way

And the numbers that make up Infinity,

You hop through this

Lonely planet of life with

No one to challenge your

Mental Karate

Wishing there existed –

Martians or Uranians

Whose brain waves are

Tuned to your frequency,

And their ever sceptical outlook (like yours)

On the functioning of society.

You are more

Amused by the thought of

Swimming through gaseous Jupiter,

Or skating through dust

On the ice-rings of Saturn,

Perhaps even chilling on the cheesy of Moon,

Or running ’round

The curvaceous mounts of Pluto?

Rather than be found

Rotting in an unending

Void called the Internet,

Where “self-image”

Outweighs “self-actualisation”.

Hush now

And speed through your neural pathway

On blazing comets called imagination,

For you are geared to live a

Life on an evolved plane of

Another parallel reality,

Where humans like us may never go.

Cross those pulsars and white dwarfs,

And astral bodies,

Sometimes play and connect those dotty stars

To invent a few more constellations,

And stir up a supernova

In the Cosmos.

Although you may seem “distant”

You remember well the rule of

The Universe –

“One is born from cosmic dust,

And returns to the source when they must,

This much they should know and trust,

For life is not a beginning that ends –

But a continuum that ever flows.”

Which we have all forgotten

Because we’re caught up,

In man-made variables such as –

“Finding our purpose”, or

“Altering our destiny”, or

Amassing wealth to avoid any


When all we had to do was

Pull out our telescopes

And star-gaze for answers –

Like you.

While others may perceive you –

To be “spaced-out” all the time,

We’re the only ones that know

You ride a light-beam

Back and forth between

The real and the surreal,

Ever comprehending the metaphysical –

That which is beyond the mundane

And truly rooted in the

Enchanting presence of the moment!




Only Daughter of Sol


Aeons ago when Sol wept tears,

That sparked fireworks in the Milky-way,

Flares of Orange seeped,

Not farther away from his reach,

Pure Cantaloupe – the soothing orange of affection,

Prancing Tiger – the blinding orange of courage and enlightenment, and

Ribbons of Rust – the orange of blithe and eternal lust,

Set Venus afloat like a paper-lantern into cosmic dust.

There she flirts with passersby –

White Dwarfs, Pulsars, Comets, Constellations and all,

Occasionally giving birth to a star or black-hole that travel afar,

Carrying with them their mother’s grace and wisdom,

As they conjure galaxies of their own,

Sending riches back like whole nebulae

Which Venus adorns against her ever-youthful body,

Smiling with pride.



Aeons before ‘aeons’ was termed,

A boring ball of Grey-Matter

Whose origin is alien, hung

In Blackness stiller than the night,

Before Sol came into being,

Who is often confused for his daughter

Moon of the Hunt,


If you look closely you’ll see –

That is if your eye can capture

The sight of aqueous steel zapping by,

So swiftly that it could derail from its orbit

As if he were running a race with Light.

Mercury is Solar Wind,

That stokes the furnace of Sol –

No, he probably gave him life and set him

Ablaze for aeons to come.

But be weary of his whirling speed,

For a day may come,

Years from now,

When he causes –

A magnificent Solar Fission,

And zooms alone into another galaxy

While his brethren meet an ill-fate.

The first comes second and the third comes first?

What madness are these tales of space?

Thought the whale.

Dawn of a Red Orb


Aeons ago Sol wept embers into space,

Down his flaring beard,

Such tears that spewed like fireworks ,

Of vibrant variants of voracious reds.

There was the intoxicating Merlot – the strong red of wine,

The holy Garnet – the sturdy red of the Earth,

Sangria the profane – the red of warfare and bloodshed,

Seething Candy – the molten lava red,

Darting Scarlet – the sanguine and nostalgic red,

And finally Delphic Mahogany – the Dark one that resides unseen at the core.

Together they forged the sphere of hot,vital gravitation – Mars,

The Red Orb of Aggressiveness and Naivete.

His aura so hellish that his terrain boils pots of blood-like fluids

As if to announce the very embodiment of the Roman God!

…….The whale was awestruck by the first tale

As he swam by.



Spacey to his surprise was like the vast ocean,

Home to astral bodies and flying objects in motion,

A million colours unknown to the Cosmic whale,

For he saw only in Black and White,

Waxed this void like a canvas painted by Miro,

With little dots that swam about and formed images –

As if hung there by Seurat,

Comets whizzed about – each a fiery hue of the Sunflowers,

And nebulae looked like

Dreams caused by a flight of the bee around a pomegranate a second,

Juicing out beautifully the multifaceted existence of that beyond comprehension,

Where man will always be a voyager, never conqueror.

But swimming past these metaphors he saw in shades of grey,

The cosmic whale made forth towards the shoal of stars,

In one fell swoop,

Gobbling and devouring a million at a time, like



What the cosmic whale saw in space

spce whaleHi, Arvind again. This is a series of infinite poems about space,the ethereal and things even Stephen Hawking wishes he could box up in his theory of everything. PS – a fan of his work even though I suck at physics. Will publish as a book with illustrations by next March – 2018


Breaking free from the deep sea,

This gargantuan telescope with fins – grins,

As he beats his tail and lets out a triumphant wail,

He swims to the edge of the universe to rehearse,

The songs of Space and Time that rhyme,

With the very rhythm of his heart as now he’ll start,

A journey away from this puny –


He swam full throttle through a portal,

And fell into a pool so cool

That he did not imagine he’d win –

Landing in timeless space, and space-less time,

The cosmic whale felt infinite like kryptonite

He neither found this place like space or sea

So he called it –