POEM - Captured Starlight

In a hollowed jar on a windowsill,

Where shadows sleep and time stands still,

I trapped the glow of the distant night,

A trembling beam of captured starlight.

Through glass it burned, soft and pale,

A liquid thread, a silver trail,

That danced with dust and whispered near,

Of distant galaxies, cold and clear.

I held it close with trembling hands,

A bottled relic from cosmic lands,

Its shimmer told of astral seas,

Of planets wandering silently.

It hummed of wars no eyes had seen,

Of comets swift and spaces between,

Of darkened voids and glowing scars,

Where dreams are stitched from falling stars.

Each morning light would slowly creep,

Yet still the starlight refused to sleep,

It pulsed with life, a silent tune,

Like echoes trapped beneath the moon.

I asked it questions late at night,

Of ancient dust and solar flight,

Of how it came from realms unknown,

To rest within this jar, alone.

It answered not with human voice,

But with a flicker, a subtle choice,

A language woven deep in glow,

That only wonderers would know.

One evening, when the dusk grew thin,

And crickets tuned their violins,

The starlight surged with restless flame,

Its silver heart too wild to tame.

It pushed and pulled against the glass,

A restless tide that couldn’t pass,

It sang with light, a mournful song,

Of journeys cut and held too long.

Its glow became both fierce and wide,

And cracked the jar from side to side,

Until at last with one bright tear,

It burst and vanished in the air.

But still the glow would haunt my dreams,

With veils of light and phantom beams,

I’d see its trail behind my eyes,

Like secret paths across the skies.

I climbed the roof on sleepless nights,

To scan the dark for wandering lights,

To trace the stars with open palms,

And beg their secrets, soft and calm.

I wondered then, as cool winds blew,

If starlight missed the jar it knew,

Or if, once freed from human hands,

It raced to find its native lands.

Yet in the quiet dark I felt,

That some small piece of light still dwelt,

Inside my heart, where shadows play,

And night and longing softly stay.

Years moved on with hurried pace,

The jar still sits in its dusty place,

Its cracks now tell of one brief night,

When it became a home for light.

And though it sits there, empty, bare,

I sometimes sense it’s not all there,

That pieces linger, fine and slight,

Like ghostly threads of captured starlight.

There are nights when windows hum,

And moonbeams drift like a beating drum,

When laughter echoes from the skies,

And starlight winks through tearful eyes.

The memory stays like woven gold,

Of stories cosmic silence told,

Of how I held, with breath held tight,

A trembling piece of distant night.

✨ Short Summary:

"Captured Starlight" is a reflective and mystical poem that tells the story of someone who captures a piece of starlight in a jar on their windowsill. The starlight glows, flickers, and hums with cosmic memories—telling silent stories of distant galaxies, planets, and cosmic journeys. The narrator becomes emotionally connected to it, asking it questions and finding comfort in its quiet presence. Eventually, the starlight grows restless and breaks free from the jar, returning to the night sky. Even after it’s gone, the memory lingers within the narrator—a lasting metaphor for wonder, longing, and the transient beauty of moments we try to hold onto but ultimately must release.