Star Gazing...
The other
day...u said...So Many things...
After u Hung up...
After u Hung up...
I sat
down...
gazed towards the skies...
tried to make an Idyllic You...
While Playing about with Constellations and Pulsars...
A Meteor....
A Dazzling Light upon The Ambience...
And The Unending Desire
to present it to Thine...
to End Thy Ambivalence...
There was a Star in The Sky....
The Beloved one of its.....
But...
Once it...It Wilted...shrank...and Melted...
oh...But tell Me....Does The Sky....Grieve upon its star...???
gazed towards the skies...
tried to make an Idyllic You...
While Playing about with Constellations and Pulsars...
A Meteor....
A Dazzling Light upon The Ambience...
And The Unending Desire
to present it to Thine...
to End Thy Ambivalence...
There was a Star in The Sky....
The Beloved one of its.....
But...
Once it...It Wilted...shrank...and Melted...
oh...But tell Me....Does The Sky....Grieve upon its star...???
The
Flower...Which The Garden Nourished....
With its life Blood...
wilted...
But Did the Garden Refuse to Bloom....
Still The Garden is the same...
Blossoms Blossoming on the Boughs...
Promises Broken...
Dreams Shattered...
All Past...
Lets Revive...
Lets Replenish...
Lets Love...
Lets Agree...
Lets Persuade...
Lets Rejuvenate...
Lets Listen to our Hearts ...All Over Again...
With its life Blood...
wilted...
But Did the Garden Refuse to Bloom....
Still The Garden is the same...
Blossoms Blossoming on the Boughs...
Promises Broken...
Dreams Shattered...
All Past...
Lets Revive...
Lets Replenish...
Lets Love...
Lets Agree...
Lets Persuade...
Lets Rejuvenate...
Lets Listen to our Hearts ...All Over Again...
They Say...
Our Hearts n Mind....Are...
Two Seemingly irreconciliable Whorls...
but...
Think it Over...
Our Hearts Too Have Minds...
Would They make The Same Mistake Twice....???
There is a Subtlety
Between
LIVING n SPENDING....
Our Life...
Lets LIVE....
The Dawn Raising...
A Veil Of Hope....On The Horizon...
Wraps All Our Worries n Woes...
In A Seemingly irretrievable Sarcophagus....
By The Bliss of quiescent tranquil hours...
Gloom Recedes...
And HOPE towards the heaven soars...
lest I Should be
THE PROVERBIAL
TANTALUS....