What void did you create,
Inexpressible by words,
Irrecoverable by a multitude,
Irreparable by the stars.
I do count and count the stars,
Only to find an answer.
I do in solitude search and search for you,
Only to find you missing.
But still do I believe
you are there among the stars
Bright and smiling at my frivolities,
stretching your invisible hands...
But, my counting always goes incomplete
As tears shroud my view.
(Dedicated to all who left me early in my life)
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Its important to be aware of the past.
ReplyDeletebut holding on to the past seems dangerous.
There are lot of moods or events to be captured .Please capture them as well. Don't buy the comfort of low life of sorrow , pain and agony. That is bullshit.