Falling Stars

By Dibyangana

We burned like dying stars, too bright to last, too wild to stay.
And the universe trembled, spilling stardust into our veins.
But even the brightest constellations are destined to fade away.
The black hole whispers, calling us home.

Gravity pulls at our edges, unraveling us thread by thread.
If only I could reach you, even beyond the end.
Even echoes of light are devoured by the void,
And my tears float, weightless, in its endless abyss.

Yet no stars remain to reflect their sorrowful grace.
We fall and fall, surrendering to the pull of the dark.
Lost in the silence where even time holds its breath.
Let me just kiss you one last time—
Before we vanish, like a wish undone by the wind.

But don’t fret, love, our story will glisten and shine.
For even fallen stars leave their light behind.

Dibyangana is a passionate poet who explores themes of love, loss, and the human experience. Her work has been published in Spillwords, Literary Yard, and Wildsound Writing Festival, and she strives to create poetry that lingers in the hearts of readers