Constellations And Her

All consumed by her wanderlust
She ambled
Along the horizons
Somewhere in the abandoned sky
Around the belt of Orion
Among the stars of Ursa Major
IN myths behind the constellations
She kept on dawdling
In chronicles
Of all the gods and goddess
Dwelling in the celestial skies
In the tales of Hercules and Heavenly Waters
Discerned there, In the halos of light,
Was a missing part of her soul
Yearning to be discovered
And then, During a dark night
Prostrating on the bare floor
She found Him
Everywhere that was not concrete
And that was first time
She found her broken self outright