my star weeps for me
to a telepathic feel
for missing me
I too can’t see her tears
it is not light years
but lights that separates us
a long lost romance
with diffused blessings
of dying grass
a tiny boy looks up
to the canopy of tiny stars
to talk to them
to count, to wonder
and feel a vastness inside
a tiny pot.
lights lights everywhere
so much are we afraid of
the star lit dreamy openness
to gather light years
of darkness inside.
lights lights every where
all kind of lights
neon shining flickering
of all colours
bathing the cities in lights
to purge it of all darkness
the darkness that is outside
the stars of flesh and blood
suck all spotlight
while our guiding stars
feeble and faltering
move a thousand light years
away
for once you wish
let there be no light.
[In response to Indispire Edition #164. Topic suggested by Shantanu Ashima Gaur .
Despite the light around us in cities, we cannot see the most beautiful wonders of all- A glittered night sky. What are your views on light pollution, and memories of those wonderful starry nights? #DarknessForStars ]
