Night Sky & Shooting Stars

By Meeta Asthana

Amid soulful melody of silences…

Graceful chanda mama’s gentle disappearances…

Just like I used to be lost joyfully in moms pallu…

A magical escape from all disturbances….

When for once the sky looks magnificent than the skyline…

A new emotion, a young feeling, that I just became entirely mine…

Like those memories of late night terrace talks with dad…

Building stronger bond with night, never a moment dull, never a moment sad…..

Values of love, compassion, empathy and humble human’s glories…

Hours of listening to his heartfelt stories…

Lying on her godh, sleeping at peace to her lories…

Ah! The nostalgic hide and seek, of the moon and the memories….

This night sky and the shooting stars…

Slowly mending each of my scars…

Cold breeze at 2AM on 15th floor balcony…

This universe seems to be unfolding a beautiful symphony…..

And just like that from behind those dark blue cloud…

Handsome’s delightfully friendly reappearances…

Wondering if this, right now, is what life truly is…

Conscious realizations of blissful experiences…

By Meeta Asthana