The Melody We Made Of Stars ...

By Sahil Pathan

The minute I entered my school,

I imagined a beautiful friendship, gentle and cool,

Yet I found them fighting over faith, acting like fools.

So, I begged for solitude,

Their presence no longer felt good.

People looked into my eyes with a feeling of doubt!

'Gentle without cause, kind without cue—

What shadows dance behind that hue?'

They used to shout.

My race, a burden they chose to see —

But I still offered love, endlessly.

And I, with a gentle soul, just wanted a friend to play,

But I found none on the way.

Yet deep inside, a flicker remained —

The hope of love — quiet and unchained.

With my will so clear and pure,

The wounds began to heal, bit by bit, unsure,

Nonetheless, I stood sincere.

In pursuit of my dreams, I found a soul,

She made me feel completely whole.

Her name was Sneha — like dawn in spring,

She made the silence around me sing.

You saw my heart through your eyes,

I want to live that moment a million times.

The feeling of being understood, I felt,

Like stardust tracing where sorrow dwelt.

Neither the whispers of shadows,

Nor the echoes of clouds.

I have ever seen in her eyes for me,

So genuine, gifting me beautiful glee.

Though my life was drenched in sorrow,

And the road ahead looked narrow.

She lifted me in my darkest tide,

And sparked the fire I held inside.

Her presence, though less,

Never made me feel like a mess.

I could be myself, wild and free,

My soul filled with love that my eyes wanted to see!

No words were needed to feel her pain—

All I wanted was to see her smile without any gain.

As doubt unravelled, plotting their quiet move,

She used to say:

'I understand you,

You don't need to prove,

Things will improve.

I understand — no need to explain.”

Those words like rain, washing my pain.

Her warmth was a language my silence knew,

And her wisdom — a light that gently grew.

The wisdom I held, more than she’d know,

Though I acted silly, just to let the moments flow.

At last, the time arrived to separate the roads,

And write some more beautiful episodes.

Eyes heavy, yet my spirit glowed—

Grateful to God for the friend He bestowed.

For prayers, I never dared to say —

She was the answer sent my way.

Fading footsteps, yet memories stay,

By Sahil Pathan