Featured: Wattpad Poetry Feb 2022
My times spent having conversations about life, longing and love.....with myself.
In the company of solitude, I attempted to pen down a few lines on a range of emotions and experiences with a simple aim to revisit t...
Her little innocence dreamt, of fairies, dwarfs & secret lands rains in desert & snow in the sand, Flying carpets, magic wands. She even believed in stars.
Then she fell in love, and her heart dreamt again, of tight hugs and infinite kisses, locked lips and lonely misses, the smell of perfume, his bare skin warm - world of 'her & him'.
He left for the big bad war, She sent letters and flowers dried, Sent love in verses that cried. She didn't know the faiths pride, Did he love her? - he never replied.
For eternity, she lay awake all night, Waiting, counting, naming the stars, One for his lips and two for his eyes, a far away dim star for his voice, bright constellation for his smile, one twinkling for his heartbeat, and the one that was faint, for their 'last time.'
The moon watched her all night, Heartbroken, he visited her dream one night. "What in stars do you find?"
She smiled in her dreams, as she often did - "Oh! He shall soon write to me. Look above dear friend of mine, the stars align, they mark his way back to me."
The moon shivered, the moon cried, for he knew, a thousand ages ago, all dreams died, stars are no more alive, it's just a graveyard of lights, And he hugged her, tears in his eyes, "He won't return, though he tried, "In the war, your love - Died !"
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The story continues...
She and the moon became best friends. She never cried. Then one day, she died. She stays buried on the other side of the moon. The side, we cannot see. Her soul still wanders - She still longs for her dreams, she still believes... That stars are real and He shall return.
