I swung into you hands,
like a merry go round.
And you pushed me away,
like a shooting star.
And lo I landed,
into the lap of galaxy,
with warmth of serenity;
of glitters twinkling,
a sweet cuddle.
And below you standing,
gaze into the sky;
ear all towards it__
shooting for a star;
yet a billions,
pieces you apart.

The grave once a melody,
now mourns over it.
The memories once charm,
now hide of it.
The steps once a rhythm,
now silence it.
The heart once loving
now guards it. 

Cheeks soaked,
emotions emptied,
jackals faced,
heart poured out.
Said the unsaid,
a pearl rolling down.

And while looking
at a shiny star,
I thought of you.
For you echoed of it,
distant;
alone;
grieved;
yet the causation of
beautiful aurora;
enlivening space.

Watching the alluring shore,
the mythical dance of waves;
flaring out the true self__
of the agony and war,
the dead and the born,
the blossoms;
of pure modesty__
for never let die,
the very quiescent,
yet the unpretentious;
soul.

I walk beside the meadows,
to shelter the world of mine;
for the world is deaf,
to the words of heart.

I sat down at the stairs,
roam in the street of thoughts;
while the coffee I hold,
screams till gets cold.

I dance endlessly in rain,
facing the mighty sky;
till my tears soak,
in the immensity of drops.

Whether pursued by shadows,
of abstruse sorrows;
or bunch of worries,
sanitizing him;
with aching soul,
and a pounding heart___
a wanderer's quest
never ends.

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