A SHORT POEM | IT WAS NEVER REALLY ABOUT THE STARS
My Glory
Were you really my glory?
I was the sky,
empty, black, hollow inside.
You were the stars,
shiny, bright,
making me beautiful
even in a dark night.
When you were closer,
It made me happy.
I rose, I smiled,
I thought you were my glory.
People would look at me,
and I would feel blessed.
Knowing you were the one,
they always glanced at.
You shined so brightly,
that even my darkness
couldn’t hide you.
And everybody could see
how happy I became,
when, after all that time,
you finally came.
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I waited for the sun to go down,
just so I could see you again,
brightly pushing the darkness aside,
and being my glory forever.
But oh-
I may be living in daydreams,
because forever never existed
for me, at least.
You can shine in another sky as well,
making them happy,
and forgetting me easily.
You can bloom again
in any other beginning
but I would be left all black.
No shine, no light,
just an empty,
black sky.
Wo kehte hain na?
“Tum toh kisi aur jahaan mein jaa kr bhi bas jaoge,
Magar hum tere baghair kese reh payenge?
Tere bina hum kaala asmaan bhi nhi,
balke sirf andhera kehlayenge.”
~Aimky
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