Seeing Skies

Love always tells you, your eyes are beautiful but

If you ever tried to return the compliment and call Love beautiful

He’d pretend to agree, but he’d honestly get more insecure.

So you tell him he is beautiful in so many other ways,

You start with his smile, and how you dreamed such a face came to be

You tell him the story of a mortal man who fell so in love with the night

That he went up the evening sky, and he found himself falling for the moon

And the lovely Luna loved him back, but alas she cannot leave the night

And in their parting, she cried showering the earth with drops of her moonlight

And Love at that moment just happened to be standing at the right place

To bask in that shower of radiance and wonder.

He’d say he loves your story and all the alternate versions you told in the past,

And then you tell him how you love the beautiful tragedies he writes and how

Wonderfully ironic it is that he adores the tragic when he feels like daylight and magic.

And you tell him he is kind, and funny, unconsciously gentle and sweet.

 

Love always tells you, your eyes are beautiful but

He hasn’t fallen for them yet, he says he sees the stars in them

But Love fell in love with sunsets and not the night.

What he doesn’t know, that all the sky reflected in your eyes

That other people marveled at their daylight when you smile

And that some have fallen for their unforgettable sunset.

There is a smile you give when you try to be alright

After you’ve cried your heart out

that brings out the kind of light in your eyes

as if all 400 Lux of the sun has come to kiss the melancholic sea

 

 

 

 

Stealing from the Heavens

I promised her the stars. Because that is what a lover was expected to do.

Promise a bit of heaven, though I did not know why.

In my mind I thought why did we want to keep stealing from the night?

With the number of people who breathe, and love,

Won’t  the heavens run out of light if we keep stealing its pieces that shine?

But as any fool in love would do, I looked at the evening sky

As a stretched out chest of diamond pieces and knocked one

Off the heavens to give to the most enchanting face I knew.

As the star went streaking down my horizon I put my palms up

Hoping to catch a crystalline fragment, but little did I know

I should have opened my arms wide. Because what I sent

Falling from the sky, was a daughter of the night.

I had not meant to do it, but I broke some of her somehow.

I promised her I will put back all her pieces the way they were before,

She smiled and told me, “I don’t mind being rearranged a bit,

We all change, it is only a matter of time. What matters is that

We are still made of the same pieces”. I breathe thinking

I was forgiven, but then she looked into my eyes and with a

Cunning smile she whispered “You stole me from my world,

Let me steal your world from you.”

I thought I’d loved before , until I said the words

“My world is yours and so much more.”

There was something about her letting me

Fix her broken pieces that made me love her so.

I am Blue

I am blue, calm and cold

I cannot promise you bright and happy days

but always I  promise, when you feel defeated

weak and alone, you can count on my embrace.

I’m still and quiet when days are bright,

mad as the ocean when storms arrive,

and I am no daisy for your gray skies,

but always  the solace for your fears and cries.

And no I don’t hold nightmares,

though I dance with  the night’s darkness,

In truth I fill the sky with dreams, hopes and wishes,

and sing to the night endless lullabies for the restless.

I am blue, deep and dark

I cannot bleed sunlight for you

but always I promise

I will hold the stars out for you.

Another Tale From the Night Sky

This story of the night

Belongs to the second star to the right.

Lady had just lost her love in a fight,

And these were the biddings of their last good night:

Love said “ They say when we die,

We take our place in the sky,

Though far apart we’d be, it seems

I’ll be right there, hanging above your dreams.”

To which Lady replied with a promise

Sealed within their very last kiss

“ Wait for me, I won’t take long

Soon the heavens would be where we both belong.”

And so months were spent for Lady to cry,

And the years thereafter spent looking up the sky.

Death hadn’t come to collect the soul that hasn’t done much living,

But she pleaded for the end, her heart can’t take any more waiting.

Death said “Are you sure? Down here, there’s still enough life to live,

But if that is what you so wish, then demise to you I’ll give.”

Lady took Death’s hand and now finding her own light,

This is the moment she’d been waiting for, she finally belonged to the night.

So the first thought came, to find love there

To find a fixed point which they can share

But Lady didn’t know of the forthcoming atonement,

You see the sky cannot be held within a single moment,

It is a collage of Time, of billions of years in breadth

It isn’t a cosmic home that unites us with the ones we lost to death

So Lady and Love are separated by a distance that stretched unto forever

But at least from down here, in my night sky, I see them together.

A Tale From the Night Sky

Darkness was a lonely muse,

Most living souls lived in fear of her,

Even if she did nothing but lie still stretched upon horizon after horizon,

Having terror imprinted upon her face has left her

Cold, and alone in her vast emptiness

Still all the same she was beautiful, a kind of beauty unlike any

The kind of beauty that made Death fall in love.

Death at the time was young and he didn’t know much

About the beating of his heart, all he knew was that she was wonderful

And that it causes him dismay to see Darkness in such loneliness.

But he couldn’t be with her, souls were dying by the minute

And he had to collect, Time was a very strict master.

Dying souls kept piling up and Death wished nothing but to catch his breath

And be with Darkness just for a day, just for a few moments of his eternal existence.

One day, Death noticed that the souls he collected had nowhere to go,

They were everywhere and anywhere but with the living, and he decided

There must be a place where they belong and a thought had struck him.

And so he gathered these lost souls, promised them a home

And with all the love inside of him he turned them into stars

And one by one they made their way to Darkness sending his message of love to her,

And she wrote back to him in forms of constellations and shooting stars.

From then on, neither Death nor Darkness was ever alone,

And the souls of the dead gave the name Heaven to their new home,

And as for the living they look up high

Reading Death’s love letter written in the sky.

The last of the night

Don’t tell me to close my eyes when I’m still too far awake
Don’t tell me to go to sleep, my dreams aren’t yours to take
By blood I am your child but my life is not yours to make
Don’t call me weak when I falter, you don’t know how easily I break

Your passed up dreams they are gone and dead
They don’t live now while you lie in bed
Don’t push them now inside my head
They won’t come true by killing mine instead

And all my life I stared at starless skies
But because I dream the night remains stellar in my eyes
But to these dreams I’m forced to bid goodbyes
And I watch them escape me through silence and cries

To another’s yearning should I be wed
When loss of my passion is my greatest dread
Still you crown me with your broken world until I bled
With no dream left inside my head, a bullet takes its place instead.

We Dreamt of The Night

Evenings spent with one another

Not for making love but walking down the streets

Where we are led to believe the world could stand still and quiet

And our paths unburdened by busy steps

And interchanging gasps for air and time

When the count of cars that pass us by are not beyond our fingers

And the closest light our eyes can see is not out of our reach

We’d talk about each other’s day as if they were at a distance

And wonder why the night ever sinks the sun into darkness.

Then we’d lay on the same bed parted by our dreams

But linked by arms and legs we wrap around each other’s sleep.

 

But the night never came and all our love was spent in days.

And as to why the sun drowns in night sky, I finally come to know.

The sun can light up and envelope a love with warmth,

Lay its rays upon all that is beautiful and set our sights in radiant blessedness,

But too young a love use the sun to turn sparks into fire

And burning flames are for cold and dark horizons

Not for heavens and skies that beamed in blue.

Our love only saw day and morning sky

And young were our hearts, we left them in daylight

And cruel was the sun that turned them

Burnt, dried and scorched.