The Starry Night insp. by the painting

The town seemed most silent in the pit of night

against the roar of the artist’s madness

swirling with the wind.


It whispered a question:

How could the stars be so bright

in the darkest hours of the night?


Oh starry starry night, I too have felt that madness.

The night has knocked at my very own window.

The stars have asked me who I want to be.


I want to be someone’s starry night.

I want to exist in shades of blue and mellow yellows,

bring out the color in someone’s world

the way the moon had the ability

to light up every inch of the universe

and seep into sleeper’s windows to whisper “goodnight”.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s