Monday, May 04, 2015

The Sun

I always feel bad that people romanticize the moon so much but never really bother about the sun. How many people have written songs on the sun? Who ever talked about "strolling in the sun light with her lover"? Is there a composition called "Sunlight sonata"? Nobody, no, never! Poems, songs, sitting under the moon, dreams, fairies, pictures, all relate to moon. The pockmarked dead satellite of ours that doesn't even know how to spin on its own axis.
And with all the fame of its light, what is that? Reflected sunlight that it passes off as its own. Silly thing. All it can do is pull the tidal waters and think that it is very important.

And what does the Sun do?

Really? You need to ask this question? All the stuff you see around yourself, including the keyboard is there because of the Sun. What would we revolve around? What would ripen our crops? What would make us happy after a week of Seattle drizzle? And what would we name the first day of the week after?

In case you think that the Sun is not romantic enough, you have never walked on a trail with sun beams peeping through green foliage, neither have you seen the golden beams dazzle on water. A cat is smart enough not to curl up under moon beams. Even if they did, it wouldn't look half as wonderful as a cat curled up in the sun. Green grass, bright colored flowers and blue skies wouldn't look so wonderful in moon light.

Ever think about that? No, you only think about yourself!