There’s the sun in the sky,
A showstopper of it’s own runway,
Irrespective of the clouds.
There’s the moon at night,
A star amidst the stars around,
Unmatched in its might.
There are the trees and the
Exotic birds perched amongst them;
There’s the ocean with its waves
Rising then falling like a rollercoaster play;
There are the mountains,
With their peaks decorated with snows,
There are the valleys,
With water beautifying their body,
And there’s You.
You gush about the universe ,
And the beauty it encompasses;
All I gush about is- You.
They are your stars,
You are my star.
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When you decided,
We wasn’t worth the war,
My nights turned colder,
Than the December weather,
Soaked sheets became my partner
And gloom my constant shadow.
I was broken
And I showed it.
A man walked out before you,
I was six and I remember,
He’ll make an appearance.
I was six,
I learnt to mend me.
My atoms are made of
Brokenness and resilience,
And the stars at night I gaze at,
Remind me, of the light in darkness;
And my Lord,
Who saved me at six,
Wouldn’t leave me broken at thirty.
Understand- today I am grieving,
Tomorrow, will dawn a new scene.
Time for wallowing,
Time for fixing.
With everything in it-
The gallant stars, the milky way,
Earth and it’s seven revolving sister planets,
The mountains- standing firm and strong,
The dancing waves of the deep blue oceans,
All of it, magnificent creations.
And there- she is,
A bare creation of 5″6,
Wondering where she fits amidst,
Overwhelming people at every single corner.
And she thinks, maybe
It isn’t for me-
I could leave,
and no one would notice i’m gone.
This earth was made for you,
To wonder and ponder and dwell In it,
To climb up those mountains,
Feel the air upon your skin,
Watch the stars light up darkness
Swim amongst the sea entities;
If you find this world overwhelming,
It may be thinking the same of you,
Don’t get stuck on what is theirs,
While your beauty eludes your view.
Day 30: Stars. In response to December Poetry Challenge (31 poems in 31 days). The beautiful picture above is courtesy of Canon WR.
I sit alone,
While the rest of the world sleeps;
by my thoughts and memories ;
With dusk and the star beams;
In my world-I’m befriending;
The voices in my head speak.
I sit alone,
My mind from its turbulence;
While the sight,
Of the starlight twinkling;
Gives me hope-
maybe someday I’ll be free;
Like meteorites in galaxies
To the planets, a new me;
Thus I think-
At night, when the world sleeps.
IMAGE CREDIT: Hii Felicia