Wish Upon A Star

I stood still by my window, 

Sight sealed on my muse, without a wink.

When the sky was in a cusp,

Between the horizon blushing, with it's orangish skirting,

And another horizon glowing

As the lights came up on from the rows of houses;

Like scumbling of shades off an artist’s brush

Of milky white, warm yellow, amber and a rani pink!

As the transient beauty was still soaking in, 

It rang in a fleeting thought

If I could wish upon a star,

Wouldn't it be to freeze this very moment?

If there is one portrait, I'd indulge in,

It's the walk down the freshly tarred road,

Over a dense carpet of gulmohars and golden showers,

And the warm beams of slant sun rays, 

Wading across the thick canopy of red and yellow, 

It's about the warmth of touch, 

With your hand locked in mine 

Firm, but gentle enough to set free at will,

Soft yet firm enough to be fiercely assuring

Or, the joy of having your steps join mine

When the seas turn wild, and the waves merciless.

If there is a silent prayer

I'd whisper a thousand times, every day,

It is for the gentle warmth of the moon,

Where you don't realize 

when moments ran into hours,

When the moonlight bleached my balcony, 

Where sweet memories were created, 

Of long unending conversations,

With unsaid words,

And speechless looks!

If there is a fond dream

That visits me in sleep, every night, 

And sometimes, through my day, 

It's for your firm shoulders to lean on 

When mine grow a bit heavy or weary,

Those gleaming eyes that come looking for mine,

The comforting words that don't leave your lips,

Those infectious smiles, that give life a fresh meaning

That give me a new reason 

To go a bit farther

Every time!

And then, there are those days,

When I dread to face me in the mirror.

I steal a few moments to be by me,

And let the tears be.

They are welcome as well
As they brought back the warmth to my eyes,
And got the smile back on you!

© Sashikant Mohanty