Tuesday, January 14, 2014

The Day I Stopped Orbiting You

The sun
Did not rise that day.
The news channels reported,
A cosmic catastrophe.
I felt it too
It was a warm glow
Fading, never to return.

And a pile of forbidden songs and scents
All with a life of their own
Haunting, mocking.
I could only turn and run
For the sun
Will never rise again.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

it rained stars last night

The colorful sky;
The color of moon and the color of night.
The color of shredded clouds almost turned white.
They seem hurried; rushing to reach somewhere soon,
Turning stormy pink, as they sail over the moon.

Wish they reach you, and catch your sight.
They'd be lucky to witness, all that is bright.
As for me, I'd dream of you through the twilight.
And tell everyone in the morning, 'it rained stars last night'.

Image: The Starry night- Vincent van Gogh