Here I sit, once again
On the window sill
Clutching the wood, golden auburn
Perched like a tiny bird
That feels so insignificant, so belittled
Under this colossal, ever unfolding sheet
Of universe.

Stars are so distant, yet so close
And there, that forsaken one
Stationed aloof…
At surface, a blue icy cold stone
Yet struggling against that frenzied sea of black
And shining_ the brightest, radiating warmth
Lively gem among stones.

Night skies were always silent
Right from the day I learnt to consider
And even today they are all the same
Reeling under that mysterious still silence…..
Yet at times
The cold lull betwixt the stars- yelps
And I feel a stir
Right within this tender bowl of emotions
Something arousing, blustering
Causing ripples, tides even
Agony incarnated!

And I want to scream
Scream my lungs out
Out of each drop of my blood
From every inch of my being!

But have to settle down upon
Consoling myself
Upon choking suppressed moans
Lip biting silent cries
& melting mellifluous stars….!

While, disarmed, by my casement
I bear on, reclined.