Thursday, August 13, 2009


I gaze at the stars
and at the darkness between.
I spot the faint red mars
and the green-yellow-green.
In between the twinkles
truth flashes like a spark
Faint as early wrinkles
but as the passing age stark.
And I feel a jitter of loneliness
under the dome of distant worlds.

1 comment:

Sanket Rathod said...

Yep. The stars have their ways!