Satellite

The dusk was decorated by the bright neons at a distance.The floodlights stood there in pride.From the romancing couple to the mongrel who pissed on them, they were watchful of everyone.They beamed as they guarded their territory and beamed in competition to their belligerents on the other streets.The smaller headlights gave a quick salute as they passed them.And then there were the stars.The shimmering glitterati kept a safe distance from each other that gave the night an arcane elegance.As the congnoscenti twinkled and watched, from behind those cloudy curtains, she emerged.

She blossomed.

She posed.

An applauding radiance filled the night.

The moon...she smiled at us.

The envious beams of the stars were not as bright as her radiance.The floodlights glared at the ground, in a sudden lack of attention, and did not even want to turn their heads up to catch a glimpse of her.With her unparalleled beauty, she is The Miss Universe or The Miss World.But then again,labels are for people.

She is the moon; she is forever.Luminance is more than just a physical characteristic of this celestial pulchritude.She does not reflect just light;she reflects moods;she reflects change;she reflects the circle of life.Her brilliant exterior has always been an epitome of chastity.Then why all those efforts to look beyond the luminance... Why the voyages and the missions... We don't want her water; we don't want her rocks.Why should feel her lack of gravity... Why should we rig her ground...

We could just wait and watch her as she dresses in her different robes of shadow everyday.We could smile and sulk with her.We could seranade in her company.Let this Mary's lil lamb spin around happily...

As i watched her in awe..she slowly drew herself behind the cloudy curtains.I think she heard Sir Richard Branson plan his next "space tourism" shuttle.I watched her till i could see her last visible silhouette.

Satellite...