Shooting Star Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

You are the Pacific Ocean of passion,
You are the bright lamp of devotion,
Himalayan heights of great rectitude,
And rolling tsunami of sanctitude.

You rolled like a shooting star
And dazzled me in golden blaze,
And uprooted from slothful night
To the world of a thousand suns;
Caught in glittering colorific dreams
Of billion shades beyond my scope,
Alas, just for a wink of my eyes,
Though to me it seemed for all life.

No more I remained
What I was till then,
No more I stayed
Loafer in spirit;
Just your sight though
Ephemeral like dreams,
Sprouted thousand wings,
Created enough winds
To fly me to the heaven
And rule over as divine;
I became my own there
On the divine throne
Beyond the common world,
Creating formations
Of the golden bright clouds
To the stretch of whims I have.

But, alas, all ended soon
While you vanished in horizons,
And I fell from my crown
Deep down to common life
Of naked realities
Of black clouds all over the sky,
And rain thrashing down,
Creating floods a'where
With blasts of blizzards,
Thunders and lightening,
Where I'm one of billions,
Where none I have any special.

Why you came and moved out soon
Like a shooting star
And blinded me with golden blaze
That raised me to new world?
Now difficult to pick lost threads,
Yet transformations you brought with
Keep me in right stead;
Though I fell from my throne,
The wings you endowed me with,
Though flailed in spirit,
The guidance I got from you,
Keep me aloft yet flying high
Above the mundane world;
No more I remain what I was,
With the lamp you lighted me with,
I yet remain endowed with
Own spirit to fly high.

You are the blue sky in your depth,
You are the horizons of human breadth;
Sun in the sky can never equal you
In subtle bright halo dazzles around you.