Talking To Stars Poem by Saroj Padhi

As I talk to the stars
in lone moments of night
in mood contrite
not to chatter away stories of love
that perilously slipped like muddy feet
on lethal heart floor
to vanish into temporary bliss,
transpired into skylines
that eyes can't decipher,
to rest in shadows of day light
behind clouds' closed door,

but to befriend the silhouettes
of souls poised in half light
without pain of loss or remorse
stretching out to the infinite

to listen to silent songs
of shiny dots of saints
in trance of unknown delight,
pouring out blinking rays of wisdom,
singing saga of a different love
that belittle fritters of emotions
splinters of worldly souls
uplifting the spirit to a new height
with showers of fragrant flowers
dripping like stardust in moonlight.