Stardust

By Pritam Khan

I wonder, where its bleeding?

Is it red or black?

It flows but am not hurt.

Just a part, that drifts apart.

I wonder, When it started?

The part that went crack

Not a sound since then

Just a calling for my pen.

I wonder, Why is it spread all over?

There's one, then another, and more

Out of colors, out of love

But as countless as the ones above.

I wonder, What they actually are?

Those stars, twinkling afar.

Looking down on my pieces

Tattered, shattered and scattered

I wonder, do they really shine?

not a beam from here though.

Their dust running through our veins

But the darkness it doesn't explain

I wonder, what we are?

Bleeding and breaking with the sky in sight

Stars too are we,

Just dead, and fallen out of light.

By Pritam Khan