You & I

You are the words, I am the action,

You are the path, I am the direction..

You are the cry, I am the weep,

You are the dream, I am the sleep..

You are the cure, I am the pain,

You are the cloud, I am the rain,

You are a poem, I am a plain sheet,

You are the heart, I am the beat..

You are the eye, I am the tear,

You are the strength, I am the fear..

You are interesting, I am a bore,

You are the ocean, I am the shore..

You are silent, I am loud,

You are the answer, I am the doubt,

You are the Spring of March, I am the summer of May,

You are a beautiful eclipse, I am just a normal day..

You are a treasure, I am a single coin,

You are a palace, I am a quoin..

You are the sea, I am a bay,

You are the night, I am the day..

You are the star, I am a meteorite,

You are the sun, I am the light ..

You are the destiny, I am the fate,

I'm yours and you are my soul-mate :)

- Heet Desai

Those Shooting Stars..

As the tired sun sets at the end of the day,

The moon comes over to take its place,

But it isn't alone in this lovely night sky,

The twinkling stars also occupy their respective space..

Come lie down with me on this wet grass,

Listen to what the moon and stars have to say,

Enjoy the delightful sight of the dancing sky,

Before this view gets stolen by the sun's rays..

As my eyes jump from one star to another,

I catch some of the loveliest sights,

The sight of puzzled constellations,

Formed so beautifully at such a height..

Suddenly I notice something jumping from the sky,

And that view was something more than great,

Streaks of bright light across the dark sky,

That was something my heart would happily take..

They were the shooting stars as we call them,

Decorating the enchanting night,

Complimenting it was the wet grass beneath me,

And the atmosphere so cool and quiet..

Shooting stars aren't the stars in real,

But the burnt meteorites thrown from the outer space,

It doesn't matter if they are stars or meteorites,

As long as they bring a smile on my face..

So here I am on this wet grass,

Watching those shooting stars passing over my head,

But as the first rays of morning break the magic of night,

I find myself waking on my bed!

- Heet Desai