From the silent nights of passion,
to the high ends of imagination,
love gets transferred ,
from one shimmering star to another…
 A star at one end of horizon,
stares and gazes at its love,
to search and find the feelings ,
that has been within its girth…
Quietly and silently ,
it adores the twinkling sight,
oblivious of the fact ,
that it self its a marvellous delight…
Stationary and static it had been for years,
absorbing darkness of the night,
illuminating the minds of fear,
Guiding the lost ones to the destination …
even in dense atmosphere…
Chosen by the supreme power,
sparkling irisdescent with fervor,
attained a height of distinction,
revered with its nobility with admiration…