The Stars and I

And beneath the dark blanket
with sparkles thrown all across
I sat and wept
watching the light from above twinkle and shimmer,
in the droplets
that the eyes had been holding on to, too long.

There they fell
on a ground so thirsty
it drank them in
like it had never seen
monsoon before

How could those little salty drops
verses, of my pain
prose, for my agony
mean nothing to you at all?

But why is it so
that your shoulder is the only bed I long for,
for those little drops of me

Too many questions
I kept asking
Looking
Seeking
Something that never existed

and all I did
was weep under that starry sky
that night
and every night that followed
still wishing

Hoping that one day
those poor drops
will die peacefully
On the very shoulder I miss right now.