Shimmering Stardust

In loving memory of a dear friend - Anwesha Ghosh Dastider 
May your soul rest in peace

***

On a starry night, 
I stroll under the spangled sheen.
A slow breeze impregnated with
scent of night queen,
brings a distant sound of a playing flute.
And a deep longing in my heart takes root,
as I see far in the distance, the blue planet.

It shines in this dark black backdrop,
 like a floating will-o-the-wisp in a bog.
Its existence, albeit tiny radiates a light
that enwraps shy curiosity in bold,
like a new bride raises her head,
her twinkling eyes hold,
a resolve for a soul to plight.
I desire 
to drift away, observe this sphere. 

Life in it is short and feeble
as, in storm a lighted candle.
A gust of wind could decide its fate,
yet the flame with all its might
sways for its survival.
Life in it is unfair and uncertain
like a rigged game of card.
Next to impossible it is to ever win,
yet fearlessly the players exercise wit,
their winnings they try to guard.

In a blink of an eye, the end draws nigh.
Yet the creatures in it laugh and smile
hardly ever with a sigh.
Mind is fickle and their lives are flawed, 
they fight, they kill, yet 
goodness of spirit is an object worth applaud.
 They gather, they bond
leave memories precious and fond.
Fascinating it is to see their persistence
give meaning to otherwise meaningless existence.

My mind weighs pros and cons
but my heart knows no reasons.
It yearns to be a human
live amongst them, love like them.
 Give birth to life, feel emotions,
from snow capped mountains to sun kissed beaches
see the nature in motion.
All that this creature does, I now wish to experience
for unstoppable is my urge to believe,
in the ways the mortal millions live.





Comments

  1. Unknown16 June 2020 at 18:59

    May her soul rest in peace. Will always cherish our train journeys together.

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  2. Unknown2 July 2020 at 05:13

    Awesome.

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