To Writer...

                ...from Reader.

 

A part of me

resides in your lines

makes me stay, amidst your black ink.

Two spiral ways

so strangely meets.

One that utters my love.

One that utters yours.

O Night star!

Why are you so far?

Had you been in the next room

OR the next country,

I would have ushered all my love on you.

O Night star!

Why are you so far?

In you everything sinks

when nobody cares to stay awake.

O Night star!

Why are you this far?

Carrying happiness

underneath the songs of despair.

Firmament knows

how ,my love has broken, and,

turned to potpourri 

beautifully stained but boorishly dry.

Today I've

bulldozed and recollected

the leftovers.

Thus you reader today

writes to you.

Its 3 a.m 

the rattling of the kettle

unkemptly breaks the reverie.

this is perhaps

a lot of romanticism!

But-

In this hour of

abandonment and murkiness, I live

in your words

and in all my love

O colossal night star!

Why are you so so far?