When one lands sudden wealth or earns a name
Records a meteoric rise and earns global acclaim
Goes viral on the social media and ignites a flame
Of incensed following and comes to fame
Or just the reverse, suffers colossal shame
In a scam and comes to blame
Or becomes a pawn in a political game
Isolated, unwept, unhonoured and maim
The whole world in one voice would exclaim
“Fate played a hand with chances freak
It is destiny and the planets speak”
The blessed and the cursed equally seek
To have their planets read and strive to peek
Into the future and see if it’s bright or bleak
Whether an emperor at his glory’s peak
Or a commoner submissive and meek
Across the world be it British or Greek
All alike, Hindu, Muslim or Sikh
Believe in unknown realms beyond human eye
That the stars and the planets in the sky
Foretell your future and they do not lie
But for every believer there is a guy
That refutes such claims and does not buy
That when a new born lets out its first cry
Its life’s course on this planet would rely
On how the other planets align, or go by
How from time to time with each other they vie
A simple logic for them to defy
Is to cite the instance of a twin
Between whose births the time gap is thin
“Could in that short span the planets spin
Away so wide that one would lose and the other win
In life’s games amidst the buzz and din
Of the roads traversed?” they ask in
A vehement denial, with an evil grin
Mocking, as the faltering kin
Mutters something about virtue and sin
“Though such voices may sound tame
In explaining, their logic looks lame
Should we discount and disclaim
Our ancient astrology all the same?”
My mind questioned playing a game
Of devil’s advocate, a slow thought went aflame
I neither am an astrologer nor have a name
To propound theories in an astral game
I do not expect to gain any global acclaim
Yet I venture to seek if what I claim
Will remove the anomalies, and my only aim
Is to add a value for a logical frame
An attempt at cracking the board game
On this planet where life went and came
We know not after death what became
Of life in this world, we all proclaim
As ours but isn’t it just a reference frame
For the souls’ journey in the continuum of time?
Which unit measures the journey when the bells chime
For the day of judgement in God’s shrine?
Is there a minute-by-minute section of one’s life line?
For time is fleeting and too dense to divide and define
Divide the time in units of karma is the design
Most ancient, defied by some, yet most sublime
Of theories that stand to reason or rhyme
Of the rhythm of life in the garbs each soul confines
But then don’t actions attribute to the player prime?
Why then in zodiacs twelve, planets nine?
The influence they wield how does one divine
Do they electrify life cells, drive actions and sign
Their fate or remain just neutral spectators benign
And noncommittal, but ready to climb
A witness box in a trial, for a good deed or crime
Reported by players in the divine court of justice
That align in a recurring constellation under the auspice
Of the birth-death cycle and put themselves to notice
Seeking answers if anything went amiss
When someone erred and another stood accomplice
To push an innocent to apparently a precipice
Of no return, happy to let him perish in the abyss
But return they all do without prejudice
To be born and reborn in the lattice
Of space-time continuum to receive or release
In specific stellar alignments, that reminisce
Past actions and replicate a stage similar, yet in antithesis
To reap what was sown, to absolve the soul, of malice
Acquired and accumulated and earn a newfound peace
To enlighten, elevate and rise to an eternal bliss!
Superb ma..