1
I realize this:
every cruel night
talks to me more about light.
That albescent star, over there
on the western sky limit,
would appear when I am in dark,
to show me path, till I get back-
on my lonely track.
Is it a mere apparition,
conjured up by my imagination?
That star is there for me
as and when I desire,
in times of desolation or need
we are connected by the strings
of our hearts, mysterious,isn't it?
  2
Lone auburn star,
a drop of sacrificial blood
over the far horizon,
is full of love in the boil,
she is burning with desire for ages,
I know from the day, i first set my eyes on her,
this is a love beyond time and space,
a love, few recognize that burns within us for ever.
I have no words, to express
how it feels like or what it means
I am at my lonely window,
she is up there,
only our hearts forget distance and touch,
bandying thoughts that elate us,
the fire in us burn together.
All I learned about  love's magnifique,
is from her simmering  silent presence,
what if we'll never come together?
Love is immortalized in one lover's
sacrifice for the other;
she and I vie with each other for that.
3
The smiling star
eyeing me with an affection limitless,
is my dear sister, lost touch
with me from early childhood,
we grew up in different parts of the universe,
yet the stardust in us, binds together,
Every night when, stars die
and become gaping dark holes,
that never let a ray of light escape,
my sister would weep, a sorrow I witness,
from a million light years away,
and long to wipe her streaming tear drops.
**Aren't we all a dream,
a cosmic painting abstract, so vivid,
one day she and I and every bit
would go away, transformed in to dust
and get separated as elements.
The sun and moon would weep for us,
but we would be one with bliss!