Sweetest Star

They say patience has its own reward, all you have to do is wait for the star to fall…the sweetest of all stars…the sweetest star.

And as I gently look at you, I believe that the reward holds true, save that the wait resembles eternity and we get hysteric!

Years had passed as I waited for the sweetest star…years might have passed for others as well and years would for others to get the reward of their virtue; the sweetest star, that dearest one. Their pursuits, like mine, will finally come true…sooner or later! Once they succeed in holding the star that fell, they’ll be radiant and rise to majestic heights of delight and bliss…

To my sweetest star, distance never seemed a curse as it now does. However, I believe that distance makes a heart grow fonder of the presence…its essence is more cherished than those which we easily get…or that is what I wish to believe just to console my heart that aches for your presence…console my eyes that continually waits for your way…that hopeful presence…

I recall your sound and cherish your pictures that I have with me…those that are the dearest to me despite the distance that withholds our embrace…and a tender kiss for which we both long…

I fall back to the ground for I am half way to joy…the star is miles away from me and the remaining journey is more the eternity. I realize I could fall prey to further hurdles that could change my course…or she could fall prey to some obstacles that too, could change her course…that I however do not wish to believe.

The consequence, I do not wish to imagine…how helpless would I be as I, in futile, rust all my strength to make it up to her…or how helpless would she be when she does the same. How would our virgin emotions react when the other, still by some tides is pulled away as one stretches hands for the other to hold it?

Despite joy, I am further pushed into uncertainty. The conditional query of “what if”, a possible hypothesis could hold true in the future, and the future, is uncertain and beyond our grasp…

I retreat from these thoughts which I believe are ill…I compel myself to believe so, at the least. My joys cannot be pushed to eternal sorrow, and grief just when I’ve held the sweetest star…the very star for which I’ve waited years…

However, I am a free man and therefore hold the right to dream, and I dream a dream which I will, with all my might will not let go…

“I dream of our togetherness, a world where it is just you and me, our joy…I dream of holding the sweetest star and never let go…protect her, love her, shield her from all the pains that attempts to reach her…I’ll stand before you, without any doubt…

They say let destiny choose its doom, but now that I’ve held the star, I’ll make my own destiny…turn heaven and earth just to make you mine.

And if I fail to hold my sweetest star in the ensuing years, patience, although will have its reward, the reward will, however be of pain, sorrow and miseries which succumbs human faith, joy and love into a pit of black hole!