My falling star thou art <br />not a fading one- <br />I caught you quick <br />my aesthetics <br />my refuge thou art <br />my all. <br /> <br />Look at me— <br />From my bright eyes <br />you took my fires <br />Hurled them around <br />and took my desires <br />From that grain of sand <br />you made me Taj <br />the oasis I became <br />the honeycomb <br />of your loves name <br /> <br />An aroma thou left <br />on my soul <br />As the mountains <br />kisseth the clouds <br />the bright sunshines rays <br />like a shroud <br />clingeth to the earth <br />As the moon beareth <br />Shy glances on the seas <br />My glances furtive to thine-- <br /> <br />I caught thee <br />like a falling star <br />so easy, so gently <br />like a trapezist on a net. <br />Let me hold on then <br />Nay, not for a fleeting moment <br />But till age snows the <br />white hairs on me. <br />That falling star thou art <br />ill keep on my crown <br />wont be a mystery. <br />Let it be history <br />Yes thou art my aesthetics <br />Thou art my refuge <br />My all <br /> <br />Anjali <br />29-04-2009<br /><br />ANJALI SINHA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-falling-star-6/
