A star above.

Sketch by Aswathy I sit by the window and look at the night sky; a million stars are scattered across but I knew it is true; the one that shone bright, yeah, that’s you. Up there beyond my reach, tell me, how is the sky treating you? Would you listen to me? Can I shed … Continue reading A star above.

I get by.

I raised my hand at the sky and closed my fist, pretending to catch the stars. Foolish as it my sound, a weird sense of beatitude crept into my soul, lighting up my insides. A peculiar warmth emboldens the adolescent heart caged inside my dejected adulthood. The unscrupulous skies have a magical way of inspiring … Continue reading I get by.

Tonight.

Dancing to the blues, high; Tripping on the road, side to side.. Talk to me darling, we are not alone, There are stars watching and the crescent moon! You took me by surprise; Unapologetic as I fight. Hold my hand, walk me home, If you swear not to leave, I'll marry you tonight!

Stars.

"I love you." He said, looking at her face reflecting the moonlight. "OMG! A shooting star! I've never seen one before. You said it and it just happened. What is this?" She shrieked in awe. "In that case, darling..." He whispered "I'd shoot every fucking star out of the sky."