The silent goodbye..
Reaching out to the stars…
Aspiring to make them my own …
Plans, which kept pushing me higher…
Dreams that propelled me to imaginary heights..
Only to find it all taken away..
Only to find, it all to be an illusion..
And now, when the lightening of realization stuck upon..
And the walls made of dreams have come crashing down..
A free-fall is what it has ensued..
Falling down the abyss of another uncertainty… silently..
I’ll miss the star, the only star..
But maybe some dreams are meant to be dreams…
Dreams which you aspire..Which you chase…
Only to find.. Those were never yours..
The free-fall continues..
Silently bidding the star, a good bye…