I Am The Darkest Star

I am the darkest star of my own galaxy,

With my messy soul, faulty stance and musty mind;

I crave for the most embarrassing you,

With a dusty frame, darkened eye spots and dry lips;

I want the coziest shrug you never dared,

With your ruffling soul, trembling hands and clumsy embrace;

I eager for the last drop of light absorbed,

With the falling dawn, unheard scream and homicidal darkness;

I pray for the eliminated star to scintillate in earth,

With the lost courage, hope and light;

I can see the rusts in a window pane,

With the tucked gloom, prominent fragility and doddery;

Audible are the harmonious chaos,

With your uncanny smile, unceasing stare and pristine love;

I fasten the fleeting memories inaccessible,

With the warmest shivers, skipped heartbeat and sycophant beckons;

Love me back like I love you,

From the lanes to lanes, serpentine with your aroma,

Embrace me back as tightly I have ,

With free of myths, barriers, filthy thoughts and difference of ages;

I am the darkest star of my own galaxy,

With a hope of your spoonful touch, inextricating unison and voidless trust.