Twinkling,
shuddering, blazing sky.
All the
colours of a rainbow,
Red,
blue and white.
Meteors
rain on,bringing light.
As,
the sky retains its darkness, in all that light,
I was
enough - before.
The
whole world was, alas, enough before.
Sometimes,
I wish I hadn’t met you.
Pains of
parting were a plenty, before you.
But yours
has a keenness of a different hue.
Sometimes
it seems unfair,
To have
so many, away.
Whichever
side, each stays half,
Complete
– ever are we?
Free, we are bound, and bound, we are free.
Hopefully.
