The sky full of stars
In all those dark days of mine, when I stayed awake all night;
I looked to the sky full of stars, and tried to bury the feelings deep down my heart.
Because, I knew the feelings doesn’t worth a penny,
but I tried to ink them, erase them, again ink them on a heart vilify.
I look back and try to collect pebbles of my memories,
like a beggar searching for food;
But how should I convey this to my heart who knows nothing,
like a adolescence’s pencil on the wall of wood.
Should I tell it, about the sand storm or her;
Which came and swept everything on its way.
It left nothing, neither the pebbles he is trying to search for.
Often in dreams, he says he listened to her melody;
But when he woke up, It enveloped the entire world of him with a melancholy.
Every time he tried to prove himself right,
He is rather termed as a spark who would ignite.
Finally when I knew I lost my pebbles, in sand dune at her sight;
I looked to the sky full of stars,
and buried the sea of my feelings in the drop of my heart,
and that, concluded the night.