12 July 2009

A falling star

I fly in the sky, blue and high
I die in the sky, without a sigh
In love, I came to kiss her once
In love with void, she never gave me a chance

They come seeking brothers
But she refuses our jaspers and glisters
She is wedded to the sun and the sky
yet, she lives alone and shy
She cries on our retire
On close-in, she loses her attire
She smiles, she gleams and she lasts forever
In her love, many of us die. I, a falling star...


  1. This poem reminded me of a song I used to sing as a child-
    "Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away"


  2. Nice..lookin for more posts.
    Workin hard to quit smoking after reading Psychopath. All those smokers out here check out 'psychopath' by this blogger.It might make a difference..

  3. a sweet poem with a nice end...

  4. you are writing a lot of poems dis days :) its surely becoz of ur Time crunch due to job :P

  5. nice poem.............