The Lone Star

When all stars depart, you still shine
 in vain effort to dispel the dark
with your faint light.As day evolves
 to drown you in brightness
do you feel pain/ or do you
 but gain a time of rest and peace?
In empty space your worlds live apart
yet bound by strange threads.
Unseen that bond, unknown,
hidden in depths you have sworn
to keep secret. Day and night
come round in eternal cycles
to join you in wedlock.
Live on Lone Star
an eternal bride
waiting for an elusive conjugal life.

Insignificant

And then there is the question of trust-and betrayal

Who says what, and when

Who was involved and who denied

In a nutshell, question of life.

For I walk in shadows

Live on the seedy side of the street

With no refinement, or jewelry

To hide my nude self

While on the highway

Flashy cars carry proud owners

And envy, with its disfigured face

Creeps into innards; to gnaw at my roots

No respite, no rescue at hand

In the pouring rain I stand

Drenched, shelters razed

Shores afar, skies out of reach

I walk on, a faceless face in peak hour crowds

One single note in a melody

A lone raindrop vying for attention

In a downpour 

Beyond Darkness

Oh twinkling stars that shine afar

What use your heat, your light?

They do not ignite our earth bound lives;

Cold your comforts, shorn of life.

Darkness of nights surrounds you

to fill our souls with misery untold;

Then, as days unfold,we move

beyond that grimness

to a land of gold, within our hearts,

From there no light departs in fear

nor surrenders to an unknown dark,

ever smiling, our stars shine.

To Aloneness

Ever since that fateful day when you
went back on your promise,
Ever since I heard you say you'd return
to your former world,
Ever since you broke my heart
into a thousand shreds of glass,
Ever since you walked by me
without a glance as you passed,
My life has lost its colours and shades
and i dwell in a house that was never made.:
and in that house I live with ghosts
of a past that was mine, almost;
With them I laugh, with them i cry,
but away they flit whene'er I try
to hold them close, when I propose
they come alive, to fill my life.
Alas! My living days are done
a twilight ere death my life has stung
And in this eve i seek your leave
to sink with mu sinking sun.

Window Shopping

I go window shopping every day
an array of goods
tantalizingly displayed
catch my eyes-
this I covet, that yearn for
but in a trice turn away:
"Not for me", I tell my self
"They are but baubles",
a wounded vanity sneers
while heart cries
bitter tears in dismay.
My treasure chest,
hidden in a chamber,
I ignore; dragging it out
to take a peek is such a bore
one day I'll take the trouble,
not today; and my window shopping
eats up time as engrossed I stand,
like the lilt of a tune it runs in mind
a scratched CD stuck in a groove
neither forward, nor rewind.