High, Hermit, Hook, Heal
I’ve written it mouthfulls and am yearning for brevity but am liking the start of the process. Hope things will improve with practice and time. The post is again courtesy the kind one I’ve mentioned in the last blog 
The sky falls flat in my feet
as I pluck star after a blazing star;
I blow them cold, so they cannot char
your finger-tips.
Then I take you high,
leaving my ego with the townsfolk.
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I lose you somewhere in the ether;
your eyes, kohled with star-dust
turn blind on me.
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I’m a hermit,
living another time and space
beyond the din of the earth’s ridicule,
even the reach of your apathy.
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Yet, on certain moonless nights
a Polaris keeps me hooked to the fire;
a yearning comes to crush it kohl,
to heal a wound,
to grace a pair of eyes.
Yet again..the last verse…something like in space. …as eyes keep silence, soaked within, away may keep all sound, the sin.
You, the poetess, me the impress
I have always been an avid lover of your adroit allegory. Intense and sophisticated!
And I’m always grateful for your kindness in appreciating my expression in writing.
Be Well!
same here bhai….
And I’m glad to see the kindness of my sister after a long long time
Hope you are well and fine.