// Water of past passes away Bridge of love stands by Hold my hand to venture across bridge of love towards future //
Dear voyagers of the Universe, Drop a ❤ if you feel so within the verse. Feel free to convey your suggestions, they're precious to me. #bridgec --------------------------------------------------------- ** Nature has created a serene serendipity, seems like a chimerical dream Lighting up the valleys, winsome wildflowers gleam. Bedecked with snowdrops glistening by winter sun, splendour of bridge to behold Eternal rendezvous of two souls born apart, ecstatic romance yet to unfold.
Bridge entwines two souls with knot of faith by bridging voids in between Ready for venture towards future above raging river of past reflecting myriads of memories scream. Building bridge of love so strong that no incoming avalanche can break Blessed to be bonded with vow of love that no calamity can shake.
// Water of past passes away Bridge of love stands by Hold my hand to venture across bridge of love towards future // **
meet me at the place where twilight begins when I stepped down on knees confessing the heart until eternity happen collapsing in your hands as papers Of journal Written in favour of you demanding nothing but adore stretched from gardens of Daffodils to unwanted weeds, from winter warmth to the flowering spring, from summer breeze to the falling rain, from shedding autumn to frosted snow. So meet me again LILY ROSE schooling me a bag full of love and leaving behind just the paper and pen, lately went numb.
On the nights left unchaperoned by the moonglade We are left with the stars and the yugen sense that they cascade
Beholding the charade that they are always evincing With Cassiopeia's grimace, they take leave of pulchritude with its renouncing With Phoenix's bewildering stance, they limn rancours with their scorching With Columba's pledging grin, they smear the night sky with the veneer of love so beguiling
Gaping at 'em as they scintillate buoyant gleams in downslope Watching 'em cover for each others dimming caught in telescope And when one of 'em is at the end of their rope They bid him adieu as we glare at it as a 'hope'
Zillionths of them glistening with entirety Its like gazing at the Mirror of Society As much entharalling seems this Power of Unity Equally entrancing is the charm of each of its entity
As the night passes by, the stars trail for infinity Hope humanity in tandem with it prevails for eternity
We beheld the stars as the blurry illumination Drawing the star-shaped stars to conform the constant 'constellation' Resonating to retain artist's eternity Reverberating to engage scientist's ecstasy
And then the statement "Sun is a star" And all our starry visions seemed so staggering
Blamed imperfections of our eyes for giving the stars a starry shape So we picked our favourite lenses to prevent our 'myopia' progression ........as if it will stop our fondness to the unfathomable stars too ...!!
The 'building Perfection' of our brain is categorising stars into visible constellations but these constellations are mere depiction of human projections that aren't even viable in vast universe ....Between its categorisation in particular constellation......the stars shine on its own Shine on its own burning...... Looks like stars are imitating humans Or are we imitating stars !!
Whenever we see stars ....none of the preventive measures/ favourite lenses to correct our vision seems to stop the exponential progression of our extreme adoration for stars ............
Everytime .....stars bring us home !!
Between gust of gazillion human-seen constellations Our adoration of every star is constant ....
Longingly I look at the stars In the hope that one day We will gaze at them together Like we used to What now seems Like eons ago.
Patiently I look at the stars , Sure in the knowledge that Somewhere , somehow you Must be looking at them too And missing me the way I’m missing you .
Searchingly I look at the stars- Every night an eternity Of moments with us apart. A silent desperation clouds my eyes Yet I know that the distance Between us will never let us Remain aloof.
Precariously I look at the stars That the night sky seems to Be in a loving embrace with - Anticipating that like They have accepted Each other’s differences, One day , so shall we.
Confidently I look at the stars - Each one like a tiny light Of belief in my heart A glimpse into my soul , A soul when bared lives Only in the anticipation Of being close you my love, If only for a moment Once more .
The Great lengths of constellations (Near yet Far, Far yet near but we're together)
We constellations are a group of stars that appears to form a pattern. People say that we can tell direction and fate while others tell we hold great significance of existence and beliefs, we're known for being fascinating but little did they not know we're a group of space dust that didn't have the foggiest idea where to go, we are marked like a speck in dim sky. We stuck and void yet persistently need to gleam to make destruction in able to get people attention and shout that “we are here" and “we exist."
We constellations may be group of stars, but we are not near nor far to each other, we are meant to be together and be there for each other but the space will never be gone.
I Fall and Fading (The shooting stars)
People are happy for seeing me falling rapidly, they pray and wish while I'm burning and fading. It's pitiful that I need to crash, smash and fall. I felt lost, rapidly moving down in a chasm yet for a brief timeframe, once in a while I'm glad that they notice me and wait for me, that I find light in dark sky and space of emptiness for temporary. Atleast I experienced being special for a moment.
The Lonely Sun☀️ ( I'm here)
I'm sun often forgotten by many that I'm also stars, In morning people can't directly stare at me. I'm independent and light many non-living and living. I'm the brightest of all; sky is my stage while clouds are audience. Sometimes I get drained and let the mists cries.
But you know why I'm still lonely.
It's because of the moon. I'm in love with the moon, but our path is segregated in different ways. I need to go for the moon to bright while the moon needs to hide whenever I need to rise.
Yeah, individuals got opportunities to take a gander at me at whatever point I'm set yet I'm miserable that there's nothing left but to witness rapidly my beloved moon and lend her lights. I keep thinking about whether she knows I'm here.
Regardless of what I will keep on lighting her in her most obscure evening. On the off chance that huge number of stars can't offer it to her, I will. In each phases she needs to go through I will remain a far taking a gander at her. Even if she's notice me or not that I'm here or regardless of whether our ways are consistently inverse I will patiently hang tight for two to four every year to hold her in time of eclipse.
Note: Lame but I wanted to write fiction that represent how I feel right now. I'm not expert in explaining especially when science is involved but I love stars. Cross finger that this piece makes sense though I know it's not, lmao.