Tuesday, June 15, 2010

A Star in the Eastern Sky

You looked up and found
A star
In the eastern sky.

It was the brightest of all, and
You didn't notice it before. Huh!

It was a Friday evening, sultry summer.

The terrace was lonely as always. And it will ever be.
The air brought flower and dust; dry was your mind.

Someone started playing your tune at the horizon, east.

Thrice was it repeated, no, may be four times
Melancholy notes and sweet, familiar rhymes

Weary evening turns into night.

There are other stars,
They too should be reflected in the crystal.

It's gonna be the same.
Why bother?

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