The Mess I've been in love with the pole star ever since it smiled at me. Every blinking moment of the silent sky does bring me droplets of an unknown urge yet so familiar tot he heart, asking me to stand and walk to run and fly through the twists and turns of life. And oh, how gently it blows my wanderlust mind turning me into a delicate wildflower at times and a twinkling firefly at others. The wildflower. The firefly. The pole star. What life! Once There is this moment of total blankness when I meet you in silence and peace and look into your eyes to exchange a thought of love and dreams of an old 'us'. That moment everything comes alive, afresh and forever. My Eternal I have an eternal muse living a wonderful life oceans apart. He is clueless about it, or maybe knows so. We don't talk at all. But the uneven hues of the sky convey us to each other. And words pour in. ...
Scattered pieces of myriad emotions, some known and most unknown