The Once Close

The Once Close


I wonder when the night falls, where went my lucky star,
I couldn't cherish when nearby, so she has gone afar.
Oh how I miss the twinkling light- and the chirpy, birdy song,
Neither dusk nor dawn is here to stay- only a night that's long.

Sometimes she likes to surface, and the day starts getting bright,
Words flow forth like water, and the rhyming just gets right.
And I forget and put behind me, the 364 no moon's night,
The heavy heart flutters, as she says- let there be light!

A demi-god, mythical and pure, she's beyond approach or reproach,
I thank my stars, for the annual 'darshan', beyond that I can't encroach.
She needs her space, I heed my time - and respect that now she'll be gone.
And I'll be back to writing poems of love- hopeful and alone.

Pining for a single glance, lie I won't!
Do you know her asks Facebook, Of course I don't!





 

She doesn't read me any more!

Facepainting (Photo credit: vlasta2)

She doesn't read me any more,
stopped following or keeping track;
What I wrote once, had made her sore,
so she barged ahead- without looking back.

Depriving me of her face, her locks, her looks,
of what she's writing, her blogs, her books,
her feelings she kept in guard before -
but now what's locked is ever more-

her words, profiles, her tracks in space,
her photos, poems, the change in face;
All I recall, she's driven to wipe,
vanishing from the net, disappearing from my life.

Fearing me as a stalker, guarding closely the door,
I hardly care, she doesn't read me any more!