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SANGEETHA KAMATH



Starlight, Star bright ! Sprinkles of diamond dust across the vast petal of Iris sky. I wish upon a star, i want to embrace a moonbeam. I want to revel in all those nursery rhymes and the stories where they said that the moon was made of cheese. I wonder what that magic was all about while we never questioned or doubted. I want to be that wonder-eyed child again and be amazed at everything. 

As i chin up and name all the stars after all my dear lost ones , I believe in that magic all over again--that the tiny sparkles in the heavens above are chinks from which pour down their love. The love, which melts down like warm nourishing butter or a like  cool respite of mist on my scorching soul. As I go sky gazing every night, I listen to the songs of the stars. They they tell me a thousand tales. I believe in magic and that Celestine magic comes to me. I go star gazing and they shine down on me.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy:Pixabay 

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  1. UnknownNovember 27, 2020 at 12:22 PM

    Interesting story! How special.

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  2. AnonymousAugust 31, 2022 at 1:17 AM

    I want to be that wonder-eyed child again and be amazed at everything. - I still am, I guess and we all should be. A beautifully written, straight from the heart piece. - Moumita

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