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 often 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.
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.
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. I saw him yesterday night, the moon, with a jar full of light, he let the fireflies into the night, "I have so many lovers", he said, "all crowd around to see my light."
Liar moon - the light he showed, is a borrowed sight, he bathes in the sunlight, to appear bright as white.
Shall we call him 'human'?
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