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Peanut Jul 2015
Our love is a shooting star
So majestic and true
With elongated trail
Serves as memories
Some lights are kept
Others are swept
Slowly disintegrate into nothingness
But each fading light
Erased from my sight

Your blinding lust
To have you is a must
But all is short
As you come and go  

I shall wait for my star
Again and again
As the first one flew by
A new star shall take its flight


                                             By Our Love Henceforth
                                            And For What It's Worth

                 S....t....a....r....d....u....s....t............M....e....m...­.o....r....i....e....s
                        I               a       e             T       e                    o       t
                                 *C        r              ­        h                  M       s
Oh looky! here comes another star :)
T'was a diamond
    amidst stardust
  struck of gypsy's
    celestial adoration,
  crashed and sizzled
 'neath earthly intentions,
ultimate shimmers
     escalated upon
       fiercely impetuous seas,
each dappling
    luminescent wave
saturated of
splendiferous galaxies,
   bathed in heavens'
      stellar effulgence,
mesmerizing wanderlust's
    magnificent indulgences
Silver Lining Jun 2015
I believe that people are made of star dust
We are shifting energy, constantly moving around the world
When we die our souls return to their rightful place in the sky
Zooming up to join the others, to link with each other
They give us stories to tell
A place to send our wishes and hopes
Somewhere for our dreams to live
They watch over us
Cheering us on
And waiting for the day that we may finally join them.
K Balachandran Jun 2015
Some stories find no reason ever to end,
eternity is all ears throughout  the length.
On a plane different,some do not even begin,
possibilities sowed in  stardust lie in wait.

ചില കഥകള്‍ പറഞ്ഞു തീരുന്നതേയില്ല,
അനന്തത അതിനു ചെവിയോര്‍ത്തിരിക്കുന്നു.
മറ്റെവിടേയോ, ചിലകഥകള്‍ തുടങ്ങുന്നതേയില്ല,
നക്ഷത്ര ധൂളിയില്‍ വിതച്ചിട്ട സാദ്ധ്യതകള്‍ കാത്തിരിപ്പൂ

(Translated to Malayalam, a language of south India)
Do not look for meanings in everything you see,
cosmic conundrum is to be read like poetry
A P Taylor Jun 2015
Your pupils collided, in crescent moon
Venus and Jupiter approaching swoon
Spiral of rings extend toward the Earth
Dancing upon your laughter and mirth

Lovers sway in light of distant planets
Built solid on base made from granite
Together a joy and beauty past slight
Two becoming one that stardust night
K Balachandran Jun 2015
I was infinity itself, as my father, in a poem he lovingly created,
wanted me to be figured, made me descend from a dream he had.
My mom, most fondly held this form, close to her heart
the epitome of her love for her man and the bloom in her womb
she gifted it, and they both together in a love boat, brought me home,
she held me closer to her *****, so warm I was even in coldest
of nights, yet another poem it indeed was, love set it's  tune.

        In a cloud of stardust I was, yearning to see far off stars dance,
through million years, I swirled, twisted, turned,found love in the end,
love brings perfection, my journey assumed  many many themes
love transformed a speck of dust; found a shiny little diamond.
Havran Jun 2015
because look at them
gallivanting about
the avenues
and boulevards of your skin
as if you are not
the very accumulation of stardust
after countless supernovas
marked the end of old stars
making way for new ones,
as if your eyes
held not a single secret of the universe
even when it's so painfully obvious
with
just
one
glance
that that is not the case.

Here's to them
when they tell You
or make you feel
as if you're not worth a single coin.

*Because you're worth more
than all the treasure in the world.
You’re movements in the earth trembling like unsteady stars
You pull my limbs apart like planets orbiting a dying sun
(Tell yourself the truth before you get cut off)
There’s petrified stardust immortalized in your blood
You claim to own the nighttime like she’s a war that can be won
Counting down the minutes until darkness shows her son
A soldier versed in a song unsung
The chapter is ending;
this star is dying.
I bid it goodbye
with no droplets of tears.
I look up and smile,
holding on to this packet of stardust.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
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