It’s Somebody’s Special Night Tonight, But Screw That.

Look what the universe has conspired: this unruly setting.
There I will be, in a short while, at a holy wedding.

‘The sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll return’
But I’m still hesitant to step out of my roily bedding.

Mum fixes her sari, Papa, his collar: ever so elegant.
While I wish to remain in my pyjamas, comfortably snacking.

‘At least come for the food’, veers off my sister,
And I, for now, only wish to sit silently, worrying.

Shouldn’t I rather mourn these days of your absence?
A kryptonite for the ever so slightly brooding.

Words run amok in my mind, and on these fingertips.
Is this the price to pay for heartily dwelling?

Subdued finally, I’ll put on my best for this rendezvous,
My ghost lamps sit in the distance, shyly ageing.

Though would I capture your reflection in the sights tonight?
For even you, Lune, are so unsuccessfully hiding.