Stars Shaped Like Your Hand

I knew you were in a hurry that night.

You packed your things so fast,

The clothes flew into your bag

At the speed of light

Creating a haphazard spectacle of colours

Mimicking the demolition

Of our melded emotions.

You flew into the night sky

In a white plane with blue lights

Blinking, as if fluttering with excitement

A butterfly with blue wings

Landed on the windowsill

New company is always welcome

In my home.

A crow cawed in the backdrop

Of my daydream

A contrasting highlight to the sparrows

That sang on your new front porch

Are you still looking for her?

Or have you settled down?

The letters are always full of joy

I see it in the words

Where your hand dragged over the wet ink.

The ink is also blue

And the smears trail

Like the waves in the ocean

I remember watching your fingers

Trying to touch the clouds

Mine curled like the locks in your hair

When we sat together alone

And watched the waves

And the water on your skin glimmered

Like silver in the moonlight.

My home is now home to many

Lost birds, insects and toads

My heart cocooned in a blanket of moss

Still trying to catch fireflies in the dark

Your warmth is now a memory

Shaped like the wind

Creating a dazzling display

Over the surface of my pond.

Sometimes when I try to find

My favourite triplet of stars

I see some blue lights flicker

In the distance

The rhythm imitating a glowing heartbeat

Trapped in the melody of a song

It is enough to last this lifetime apart.

Mohua Mouli is an indecisive artist and thinker who also happens to be a sales manager. Send her questions about life at mohua210@gmail.com