VisuaL Philosophy

About Me

Long long ago..

There lived a star in the North sky..
So shiny, so big, blushing when I praised..

Since we became friends,
Wherever I went, It went with me..

Every night I slept, I said goodnight,
It cudnt speak, so blinked..

He was so sincere, never went too high,
Always remained in the top right of my window..

On one weekend after hours, when I had alot of time to be roused,
I wanted to talk to my bosom buddy, I said how are you?

He blinked..
I smiled, and muted for a while..

I saw another blink, I said I'm fine..
He blinked..

And the next moment, we ran soundless,
Having a friend on another creature, feels so at hand yet exotic,

While I was going through such a feeling,
I saw a blink...

I asked if he wanted to know something,
I couldn't find a blink..

I asked if he understands me,
He blinked...

The uncut night was spent exchanging Yes and No,
We never knew we could have shared the history of time in that tick...

I realized my identity the next morning I nudged,
I am the gesture...

Trust me, believe me,
I am your gesture...

You don't accept it,
I'll show it...

Did you forget the entire passage and focused on me?
You better take off your eyes, and think of the star...

He's the dumb,
He only expresses not words...

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. (tear)