Shooting Star

By Pranitha R

On a lovely evening 

When the sky was going down the purple sky

When the moon hesitated to come out amidst the stars

When the cool breeze blew your hair on that humid day

When everything seemed quiet and calm around me

Your smile came and fell on me like rain 

On a midsummer night

So unusual, so surprising, so beautiful

My eyes locked on you

I got lost in yours.

You looked like the focused picture 

Blurring away everything except you

You were the glow of fire in the snowy mountains 

Giving just enough warmth and light

You were the whispers of the river

Comforting the eternal loneliness of the forest

And at that moment, I wished to see a shooting star for this to never end

But little did I know, 

I was already looking at one.

By Pranitha R