Starry Starry Night
The gold of the day, dissolving into the silver of the night. And you are wondering about a small speck on the globe. So small that it almost erases into insignificance. And yet he is so important. He is packing bit by bit of his life. Uprooting and then travelling all the way around the world to give life to another four walls. He works tediously. It hurts him. Where he broke his back. But he has no choice. Or so he thinks.
You wonder if he has had his dinner. You wonder who would make it for him, as you play around with the beans on your own plate. You are hungry. Is he? The thought takes it away. Your appetite.
You look at the blinking cursor. Unflinching. You know he has too much on his mind. He doesn’t think of you much anyway. You are not beautiful to him. No one is. He is just so tired. He doesn’t think of anything anymore. Just the ocean, by which he wants to make a small haven… where he wants hoardes of footsteps. So at lonely nights, he can count them. After he’s through with the stars.
You go outside. There’s time for the stars… they’ll come eventually. And you will share your love with him, through them…
- Neha
Tags: love, road trip, backpacking, travel, oceans
anirudh says:
i am feeling bad and i need not tell u y !
dunno wether i shud have said this or not but cant help it………!
December 26th, 2005 at 11:56 pm
Neha says:
tell me
stuck_in_oblivion@yahoo.com
December 27th, 2005 at 12:12 am