infitine nerves
a billion sensations
no one shares my vision
or the tunes that drives me
crazy and calm
at the same time
could have thought of snow,
love, candles or maybe a drink
but I lie down to reason
why are we perplexed and
also in peace with ourselves
but never notice
Just how.
I do have a fascination,
with the stars and moon
but what keeps me glued
to the sky
is the crescent
waiting to complete full round,
amidst tinges of white glowing stars
It’s never perfect
or maybe it is not meant to be
though incomplete,
it still draws attention
and tells me
that it is okie to be incomplete,
one day will still stand out
among all the stars
when the sky is clear.
Writings to Heaven 