1:47 AM
I wonder
how many
shooting stars
I've caught till now.
Some has burnt a hole
through my hand,
whereas others just slipped away from my grip,
just like sand from hour glasses.
None of the brilliance ever stays long enough to hear my wishes.
Maybe that's why,
that's why,
you're still there,
and I'm still here,
measuring the distances
between the two of us,
with a star slipping through my hand,
and another one burning a hole through it.
YOU ARE READING
The Untold Stories.
Historia Corta// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
