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...
As lights in the night sky, I oft imagine fireflies stuck to a cracked glass ceiling above, fireflies pretending to be stars; sinners resigned to act the part, till the fire or the fly die.
Ah! I now see them everywhere, like phosphenes in my eyes. Maybe, it's not the infinite roof, maybe, my eyes, shelter fireflies. Eyes, pretending to seek truth, liars resigned to a fake dream, till nights engulf the lights to die.
Could it be me, Hanging far above in the sky, staring down at enormous dust, of 'humans' pretending to be stars; carrying little fake stars in their little fake hands, shining little fake lights and calling them bright hearts? Could be, they are so full of lies.
Lonely, quiet, nocturnal stars; my little sorrows in love with joy, twinkling, shining, shooting, wishing, wanting, craving, crying every night, all night, to be anything, but lights in the night sky.
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