*Stars *

My best friends are those stars that wink at me in nights. They are my best friends may be because they cannot hurt me through words or actions, something that everyone else do!!!!And for the friend ship day even though it was so cloudy but they were twinkling lightly. I cannot send them a card or gift, so we keep staring each other. As we all know eyes speak a lot when we cannot (especially my Maths teacher’s horrifying look-at me….guess when?

My poems about Stars ! My twinkling mate !

When the lights are on

I get into the dark

And I won

With their spark

And we speak nothing

But something

Even if we meet after ages

Words never come even for wages

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February 14 2008

Never hath my twinkling mate
made my eyes leaky being late

nor have their glory in night
darkened by the light
of human birds flight

Darkest are those nights
when the blanket of rain
drink the moonlight and winking
Birth till my death
they illuminate the zenith
after the death
will i shine
among the glitters of mine
in the heaven
on the silk to woven

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23 MAY 2007

They are staring at me

As if they are longing for something

But it is not

I am staring at them

Even though I know

They just can’t give me anything

It looks as if they are winking at me

Or may be I am winking

At them in admiration

Because of the dreams and beliefs

They give to everyone

Not only me

Everyone stares at them

And share everything

But I just cannot

Because it’s my time to sleep

I wish to say good bye to them

With a hug

But I just cannot

Because they stay away from me

Even though it looks as

If they are standing together

They are staying away

From each other

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