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THE SHOOTING STAR
 
The galaxies have come forward
To pay homage to the shooting star,
Away from the beings to create a symphony of love,
Travelling along with the lucky intuitions
From the heaven in the sky,
My journey will end soon when I burn up
Hitting the earth’s surface,
The melancholy will cover the surface
In the love of meteors,
Falling was an attempt to showcase the terrestrial bodies
That, I am igniting and I have a spark inside.
 
The galaxies have come forward
To pay homage to the shooting star,
Possessing a bit of magic in the shine
Carrying a new soul to life,
What an irony? My ending brings another life,
I am not terror- stricken in the flight of the sky
My origin has its own room where galaxies unite,
To give birth to the theories of science
Assumptions are being made about the earthly bodies
What is burning inside me is my story,
The faith of sky is like sea of faith
Has its genesis in the understanding of the fact.
 
O my shooting star! Don’t fall in the daytime
Eagerness has reached out to the sky
To catch hold of you as soon as the sparkling hit the sky,
The morals are hiding behind the darkness of clouds
Cease the time to enjoy your depth in the eyes,
Come close to us once in the love of galaxies
The arrival and the ending are coinciding with the sparkling
What an irony of thine?
 
Let the intimacy exhale the color of shine
It’s again time to fall in the lap of sky to energize the aura,
The voice is murmuring in the background,
It’s me: shooting star
In the ecstasy of shine!
 
IN THE DREAMS
 
Dreams are still inhaling that figure
captured in a foggy cloud, a blurry balloon,
in the hope to be seen once,
the desperate eyes still assume that figure
with the rising sky in presence of some known faces
that figure was still unrevealed,
encountered with the same rejection
targeting the morals behind.
 
Dreams are still inhaling that figure
his public façade was masked with flurry magic;
his voice announced hatred and despair
with some logics and proofs,
the story was full of anonymous figures
struggled through the dream, to reach out thee,
the imaginary effect emitting a luminous ray
in the rising sun, the day looked mesmerized
with the windy effect of thine.
 
Dreams are finally exhaling the pressure
that figure was an allusion of the unconscious mind;
the conscious beliefs were playful for a while
the whim created an aura in an embroidered cloth
of night and day and the dimness,
dreams spread under the uniqueness of the night
that aura emerged from the shadows; treading on my dreams
slowly and steadily, I was coming out in the world of shine,
the verses could hear its daytime
morning has come with some golden thoughts,
that figure collapses my barren thoughts,
dreams are relaxing for a while
in search of some sound sleep.
 
‘Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.’
 
-Khalil Gibran
 
AN ANXIOUS MOTHER

She was anxious and howling
in the backyard of her house
visible was the sun bright and high,
she was gazing at the hazy sky
to catch hold of the lies,
how love can be excruciating,
in the commitments of the sky?
 
She was curious and moving
in the backyard of her house
wondering about the past and the future,
standing on a crystal clear floor
made of the castle of dreams,
her love for children was infinite;
where her horizon has limits
to absorb the air of melancholy.
But the reality deepens her heart
filled with barren ideas,
why expectation is a curse to handle?
 
She was struggling and muddling
in the backyard of her house
the purpose of life is as ambiguous
as any conspiracy of life.
Acceptance comes with maturity
but maturity does not agree
with harsh realities- ‘Your child
is not your child but a soul of life
with an aim to be born and nurtured
in the arms of thine.’
 
She was anxious again
when the voice murmured those lines;
her ears were dropping the rhythm
with the reality of life,
looking up at the sky was a sign of denial
of the fact.
She muttered in silence, ‘My love for
my child is eternal,
my child is my shadow,
I can control my shadow!’
 
YOUR SOUL
 
I am alive in you like a thread of emotions
Attached to you in the form of smoke,
Floating in you with a string of beats
Where every tune sings my existence,
To be understood by the body of yours.
 
I have no color, no caste and no religion
Of my own, I owe everything to you.
My pacifier, my identity: you are my crafted body
into which, I submerge like a living ocean,
I am the reason of your life
But without thou, I can’t listen
To the song of God.
I adore the presence with which
I am recognized in the world,
No scrutiny will define my path
My significance is benighted though I am divine;
Talk to me to thy solace
To find the treasures of the world.
 
I am living in you since birth till last breadth
The connection grows stronger day after day,
You don’t want to let me go in my divine
My afterlife has some aftermath
To the body of thine but my love has the purity of all,
I reminisce every path of mine
With a tinge of sorrow in it,
To leave the body every time
I become naked in the irony of life,
By the time you are dead
On the turning point.
 
I am alive in you like a thread of emotions
Attached to you in the form of smoke,
Floating in you with a string of beats
Where every tune sings my existence,
To be understood inside the body of yours.
 
I have left you on that path
Where the moon and stars glide together
 
To pray for your harmony,
Away from the limelight
Cannot be seen with the naked eyes
To have one thing in common; one reality
That I was living in you: your soul!