Writing On The Stars

You left, leaving no contact

Giving me no clue where you’re at

Every time I think about you, I deeply sigh 

Trying to bear this pain of incessantly missing you

“Do time machines work?”,I wonder

 All-day, all night, I ponder

Over what all I could do, while trying everything at hand

In vain to send you a message in that faraway land

If there is left no other way

I’ll write on these stars so that I can say

You would look at the same stars wherever you are

I hope you read my message and smile from afar

These writings on the stars

Will hold the tunnel of my dreams and hopes

They will look down, at me, and help me cope

Up with life, the surest means of reaching you now

Are these stars, and the brighter they glow

The faster is my message, on the go...