By Shaikh Mohd Gaus Aminuddin
He paints the stars in his art,
And I weave poems for his scarred heart.
Oh, the heavens seem more dramatic today,
His smile was a blessing that lit my way.
Yet here I am, crying in the night you strayed,
Tasting the bittersweet death of love—should I pray?
Will there be a moment when your lips part?
Only to leave me shackled when the floodgates depart.
Stay, if just for a moment, till I hold you tight,
Let me drink the tears that kept us apart tonight.
I dream of a night where you’re forever in my embrace,
Until my breath fades, and sadness leaves its trace.
Wish we were born together, a lifetime to share,
To learn your habits, laughter, and despair.
Whenever I gaze at the sky, it paints your face,
A joyful torment of jealousy in that celestial space.
The stars can see you whenever they desire,
Why am I so far, lost in this unfair fight of fire?
By Shaikh Mohd Gaus Aminuddin
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