Stars in my hair

How do you interpret this piece? Share in the comments and see my view at the end of the post.

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When the sky stopped moving
The stars drizzled down
I captured them like a child
In cupped palms, while
Some entangled in my hair
I tied a few with a bonny bow
In a hanky with crochet-edges
Then, I lay amongst the brilliance
Waiting for the sun to descend

I see this as an imagist poem with a life metaphor. When time is ready to halt, we can only stand by and gather memories and memoirs. We, then, patiently wait for the last sunset.

At the edge

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It was found at the edge
A scared shadow
Of a failed honcho
Clinging desperately
To the last straw
Bloodied fingers
Digging into the rocks
From where he tripped,
Once at the top
Trying to scramble back
Life and reputation intact
Shrewdly, he had raced
To the coveted zenith
With place only for one
Yet, in the great churn
He forgot the biggest lesson
There can be many a slip 
Between the cup and the lip!

Time-out

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A voice from somewhere asked
How are you feeling today?
I realized in that instance
It had been so long, since
I had stopped and rested
Fed the soul, and let go
Of all the hustle and bustle
This constant busyness
To be present and focussed
That has left me drained;
Until all that remains
Is a feeble noise in my head
“There’s still time to mend!”

Paper moon

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I think of the moon as made of handmade paper with ink spots, so I wrote an #imagistpoem combining this thought and the common theme of forlorn lovers and the moon.

Once a rectangular note
Your love letter
Now distorted;
A crumpled orb
With corners peeking
Like the crescent of a
Paper moon waiting
To come full circle

Lost love

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One day we’ll meet
Under the Gulmohur tree
Not to find shaded solace
From the dripping summer heat
But to touch its crimson blooms
That carry the flamboyance
Of a forever romance
We’ll stand there at sunset
Fingers entwined, waiting
For that carefree innocence
To slowly rub into our veins
And make our forgetful souls
Remember our lost love again

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