Sleepless nights,
Dreamless nights,
Lifelong,
And, life is long.
I know that she is far,
But when You patrol,
The Universe,
Stop by my lovely star,
Tell me if she's
Shining bright,
Can I bring her home,
Riding my kite?
Can she be my little wish,
If only for a blink?
Can she ride a shooting star,
And softly land on my moonlit rink?
Or, can I be forever near,
And yet be forever far,
And circle her,
Like her binary star.
Your Small Corner of the Universe
Is bigger than the Universe.
The speck called Universe,
Cannot contain Your Love,
Neither can many Multiverses
Contain Your Love.
A friend sent me this Friday farmaan:
Don't let anyone, anyone rent a space in your head unless they're a good tenant.
I reflected:
Same to same for the heart, except for mindspace, read heartspace.
Where are chalkmarks on the wall
That made up for stumps?
Where is the postbox
Where I dropped postcards of joy and sorrow?
Where are the kites
That covered the city's sky?
Where is the mango grove
Where we paused for breath?
Where are the smiles
That people wore?
This is not my city!
But wait, the city's latlong
Doesn't seem wrong.
When the rainbow is my arch of love,
And the evening scents of her,
When diamonds sparkle in the sky,
And the moon goes sailing by,
When the fog is still on the lake,
And the world is not awake,
Then angels tiptoe my home and hearth,
And dance their dance of mirth.
Some modern sages say:
Do not settle for default,
Push the envelope.
I say:
Default is not a fault.
By default, I love you.
Hope is a thing with feathers...
-Emily Dickinson
Faith is what gives it wings.
-Anon