Twinkling dots on the navy blue sky. Lighting up the vast sky. Mesmerizing a terrace onlooker in the silent night.
Old memories come alive. A child’s yearning for the elusive fairy. Different fairies from different stars. Hours spent on the terrace waiting to catch a mere glimpse. Wondering about what the stars hold.
Waking early to see the morning star. The blinding brightness of the evening star. A surge of accomplishment on identifying the stars. Still wondering, what is on them? Still wondering if I could ever get any closer?
Hours spent under the stars. Traveling, walking, talking, stopping. Standing. Sleeping. Waking up with stars in eyes.
Heartaches laid bare under the canopy of stars. Tears melting away on starlit nights. Fears and insecurities swept aside by their twinkling presence. Ambitions defined with an eye on the stars. Silent celebrations of triumphs on starry nights. Marching ahead, with stars in my eyes.
Reaching for the stars on shores wide apart. Watching them on my way back home. Staring at them with thoughts of those I cared for. Thinking of a friend while looking at them. Searching for answers when talking to them.
When my thoughts are fuzzy, and priorities unclear, the blanket of stars guides me sometimes. I sought their company as a child. And they have always been with me.
4 comments:
Wonderful! A blanket of stars to guide you on big dreams. Dream On!
Absolutely loved every line of this poetic piece. I am with you in each experience and memory. Life began at 5, for me, with the canopy of stars in an Indian sky. And life has never been sweeter than those star gazing conversations of childhood.
It's so nicely written. Marvelous expression!!!
Nice blog make over! Lovely prose poetry too. I love stars too but sadly my eyesight is too poor to see them clearly. Sorry to be so late to visit. I've been bogged down with work and start of school stuff.
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