Nebula

A circle. Inevitable, recurring, keeps nudging every now and then. Stranger, unknown, never met before. Known, met before, lovable. But returning. Dark, hazy, smoky. Staring right from behind the boughs. Scary yet desperately attempting to connect as if to say something. White, shiny, diamonds. Smiling right on the visage. Not scary yet again desperately attempting to connect as if to say something.

Yes, she heard you the very first time. Though she was a little shaken to make herself believe that it was you. But heard she did. And then second time too. She heard you loud and clear. And felt as well. But why second time? Was once not enough?

This unknown, first time feeling trembles her. Wakes her up every time you connect. A mixed confused experience. Incomprehensible. Sometimes asking, sometimes thanking. Indispensable guidance at every step. What is the message that you carry from one sphere to another? Why so much effort? So much travel?

Why her?

Awoke. Sensitised. Super normalised. Numbed. Startled. Confounded. Lifted…