I lie awake on the naked rooftops
Of cloud lapped skyscrapers
And I feel cold....
Until I feel your starry gaze upon me
From a million feet tall,
Synthetic billboard.....
Before you embraced the silver screens
You played only for me
But you were only playing your part well
That I could never see
And now you would only
look at me from afar
You are nothing
But a busy shooting star
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Very nice read!! I liked the choice of words "starry gaze" and "shooting star". Very finely blended imagery. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteHey, Dhanshi thanks for the appreciation. This is one of the shorter poems I'd written
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