Stardust

They lied.

They lied when they said if you aspire to have something, you will always have it.

Of all the aspirations anyone could have, of all the aspirations I could have had, to see the world crumble, the world where You once lived, would not even have been my last thought. It could not be anybody's, possibly and most likely.

Now, the world where You and I once lived has stopped existing. Nevertheless, You will forever live in every speck of my shattered existence of dust.

The stardust in me will always find the stardust in You. They are destined.

Forever.

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Forelsket

The night brightened, the lightning smiled,

The thunder cooed, the sky was beguiled,
With the ambrosia from clouds, the earth was styled,
The air was perfumed and the Sunflower bud shined.

The bud bloomed, as the summer sang,
Far from the east, the ray of Sun sprang,
With a unique charm, embraced the Sunflower,
And adore of all the worlds he did shower.

Enamoured as one could be, the Sunflower has been...
Vowed her Love for eternities,
More than forever could have ever seen...
For theirs is a story, that Time has destined.

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Retrouvailles

In the days of the sun

And the nights during the moons

On the roads with the clouds

And in the sheds of the skies' shrouds

Air and Water breathed

Of memories and moments...

That are, in rare silk of time, wreathed. 

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물방울: Waterdrops

어느 비오는 날...

풀잎은 물 몇 방울을
기다리던 그 여름날을
간절한 눈으로 추억했다.

이제 비가 온다...계속 내린다.
빗물이 부족하지 않다.
풀잎은 여전히...
그 몇 물방울 그리워한다. 

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Meaningful English Translation:

One rainy day..

The blades of grass reminisced

that day in summer

when they waited

for a few drops of water with eager eyes.

Now it rains...it continues to rain.

And there's no shortage/insufficiency of water.

The blades of grass still

yearn for those few drops of water.

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Single Digit To Nine Digits

So... there's this special day. A day about which no one was aware. Of course, the people who were in her proximity were exceptions to that arrangement. Among them, only a few (just a handful: in single digit, to be exact) would remember about it.

She liked this configuration. In fact, that is how she preferred it to be. She has her reasons and trying to understand it could fry some brain circuitry. So, we will just let it be like that. But let's just say, her only goal has always been to maximize an index she loved the most, especially on this special day. 

It has always been like that, until this year.

This year, at least a 100 million people across the globe would be celebrating on her special day. They would be celebrating something else, which she would be too, but those celebrations will happen on her special day. And she would have two events to celebrate. 

She could still celebrate the day by herself without being bombarded with unrequisite formalities (of wishing or congratulatory texts), that more often than not, are just obligations. Additionally, while ensuring her peace of mind, there would also be a 100 million (nine digits) people who would feel and experience happiness, an index she has always wished to maximize. 

When a 100 million people are happy and celebrating on your special day (even if it is for something else), what more could you ask for!?

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I Will Still Write

When the earth crumbles

Or the skies melt

And the stylus between my fingers 

Can no longer be felt

I will still write 

I will write of my soul 

The ink in my veins

Will drizzle on parched roll

Words of affirmation 

Messages of hope

I will write of stories

That could help you cope

I will write of dreams

And of the glorious sun

I will still write of Life

Even when my words are mute

And heard by none

(I do, I still do) 

When the moon in me

Is in darkness from the sun

I will still write of Love

And of You, my quill will still go on.. 

In moments of hope

And also in despair

In the moments of sapphire night

And in the days of the beaming star

I will write of my wishes

And of destiny and dream

With You as my muse

Tales from the nib

Will continue to stream

Irrelevant and unrelatable

I will commit my thoughts to pen

It is my life blood

I will still write, time and again.

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A little something:

The following lines were almost there in the poem. However, in the last minute, I decided not to include them. What do you think: should they have been included? Comment your thoughts, please. 

When the light from the east is no more bright

And the moon succumbs to a heartbreaking plight

I will spun words of hope and tales of dreams

I will write of You, of Love, and let the stars alight.

When the rays from the east shines no more

And the moon, by death, has been spoken for

My words will sing, of Life's lore

My pen will still speak, of beauty and more.

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Would he?

Had he known

that would be the last time

he would be meeting her,

would he have given her that gift

that is still there

on the top shelf of his book case,

waiting for her?

Had he known 

that would be the last time 

he would be seeing her,

would he have taken

possibly a few seconds more

to dive into her chocolate eyes

and remember the dimples

that appeared everytime she smiled?

Had he known 

that would be the last time 

he would be listening to her voice,

would he have leisurely given in

to the rhythm of his heartbeat

that danced to her euphonious tone?

Had he known 

that would be the last time 

he would be breathing in

the air that had kissed her,

would he have preserved

that essence of hers that smelled like

a meadow of peonies in spring

in a bottle made of the sunshine

that reflected from her ring?

Had he known 

that would be the last time 

he would be feeling the

softness of her touch

accidentally, against the warmth

of her cocoa-filled cup,

would he have treasured that moment

in the silky flowers that bloomed

when she blinked her eyes

and let the evening stars drop?

Had he known

those words she spoke then

would be her last words to him,

would he have listened to them

in a different tone,

or would he have said his words

that he had till that point postponed?

Would his wait now be any different 

if he had not waited for the moment then,

and had he done what he

could and should have done,

not knowing... that would be

probably their last time under the sun?

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Not Digital Beings

Between "have"s and "have not"s

Between being there and absent slots

There's a bit more to messages we leave

Than the mere dashes and dots

There's more to the unspelled

Than what has been spelled

A dash of emotions...that's always there

But has been withheld 

A rush of feelings

And a flow of thoughts 

There's an entire cosmos

Between the ones and noughts

That's where art is born

And stories and poems are spun

When the heart skips a beat 

And have dreams in it adorned

For humans are not just beings

With flesh, blood, and bones

A true human is beyond that

Enriched with empathy and consideration 

With a heart, a soul, feelings, and notions

And beyond figures...

With borrowed and perceived digital emotions

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Views

In the grim heat of an arid parched dune

She is the heart of a sanguine June

Among the chorus voices

That lauded just the moon

She adores the entire cosmos

And the sun has her swoon

In the illusion of the rainbow roses

The verses let the thorns speak

The Peony too has braved winters

But she sings of spring in a voice,

That has never been meek

The words have kept them alive

But they string them in moulds of pain

Disguised in robes of what-they-call-love

They damn them in poems

Time and again

But she loves without bounds

Even though her words are often sans sounds

Love has been Life and Life has been Love

She has cherished them, with words from her trove

With Love, her dreams are pearled

Perhaps she is not from the same world

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