She Was a Star Tonight

the night was dark,
eerie and freezing like death,
like never before,
as if
the vacuum grew 
larger than the universe,
but for the star,
that hung in the sky,
quiet,
while there was a lot to speak;
while his impatience grew,
to hear the nightingale's voice,
she endured a different war within,
whether to melt again,
or, let his heart crack 

the night was dark,
the distances,
tough for the mind to assess,
but the star hung in the sky,
as if wanting to
see him, speak to him
to make up for the weeks
lost in between,
but she fought a strange war within,
whether to melt again,
or, let his heart crumble 

the night was dark,
when the air stood still,
as the star kept a watch
over him,
as he held her
in his gaze,
a teardrop oozed,
from his eyes,
none said a word,
yet had volumes to talk,
but she fought a tough war within,
whether to melt again,
or, let his heart break 

that she's a star,
was not unknown to him,
the way she'd shine,
the ways she'd stay up,
night after night,
the way she'd spread smiles,
the way she'd stood
like a rock,
come rain, come shine,
the way she'd stand firm
through days, and nights,
over the years,
away from the glare,
but she was a star tonight,
tucked in the sky,
out there watching him,
as his gaze stayed fixed,
and a prayer slipped his lips,
as if wishing upon
a shooting star,
and there, she fought a painful war within,
whether to melt,
or, let the hearts break, again!





© sashikant mohanty