Wave your hands
into the stillness of night skies
Taking gesture by silent love
Not everything is predestined -
Some of the times
Stars shoot into your eyes;
Some of the time
Beauty take a plunge
There is a slight reversal of perception
Doting infirmities of my body and soul,
I wish
if it could strike, lighter;
To blaze thousand Suns
into my heart
in this cold and dark universe
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