NO STAR IS SEEN AGAIN

 NO STAR IS SEEN AGAIN

Lights are shinning
On the street linings
House filled with glitters
Happiness from a view utters, a distant noise of silence
But something is a reason to wonder.

Lights showcase the color's of the world in the darkest of night,
But the darkness of wind which says it all. 
There is an aroma in which has reached the nose,
It is disturbing, to all as the performance behind the stage is playing its part.


There used to star on what now stands as just a black coat above us, 
It has a smell, The reason is not unknown,
But yet it is surely ignored, So do what humans think as still, 
Noises responsible are heard every day in our life.


It seems the stars faded away leaving a trail or a path on which we are moving towards darkness. 
There were countless once, But now hard to find even one in the sky
That darkness consumes all, it has its source everywhere  
It is found even in the basic of, it has begun to fade us like those sparkles in the sky
It is the reason of that pure darkness that is seen every night 
The night has been the same for ages but there is only one distinguish feature,      
That now no star is seen there. 

~DHWANIT MADRASI                                                                                                                                                 

 

  

  

                                                                                                                                                         


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