Dear Stars, Would You?

Do I want to write poetry today? 

Or do I want this bubbly brook of emotions to prevail within me? 

Wouldn't this brook all ooze out through the words I poetize? 

And then I would end up losing the infinity I am carrying within me now? 

Are these two AM stars capturing this brook as they see me sitting beneath them? 

Are they preserving it within their mighty chests?

And would shed-shower on me abundantly 

On a day when I would need it the most? 

Dear stars, are you keeping my brook in you, meticulously? 

Just like you gem every secret story we share every night? 

Are you treasuring enough today? 

Or am I treasuring too much on these terribly transient tales? 

But, dear stars, you have taught that in the end 

What matters is how I feel inside this skin I am wrapped in

And that, it is beyond any cognitions or truths, 

Delusions or distortions. 

Didn't you epistolize that to me, one fine night? 

Are you seeing me melodizing on even bigger infinities in a parallel universe? 

Shouldn't I be sneaking into that alternate reality now? 

Or should I wait for time to corporealize that parallel reality? 

Okay, I shall wait, dear stars

With your promise of preserving my brook today, I shall wait!