The Night Star

I stood alone amidst the darkness, gazing upon the sky filled with dazzling stars.

It was a full Moon day, the Moon that had too many scars.

I hunted for a moving star that might have flown quite far.

It was him with whom I witnessed those flying sparkles; otherwise, all I could see were twinkling shackles.

It felt strangled to see those stars static, constant things always make me feel bounded.

His absence changed my perception of universe; even the most beautiful settings seem like a curse.

Steadily, stars faded and the Moon became vague, another night passed while I closed those eyes with rage.