O’ Moon you were the spectator
of year that passed by -leaving
cynical ages behind.
Of wounds that were made
which aches and tear apart my soul
are everlasting !
Of broken dreams that scratch
these wounds hard
and the brimming blood
nourishes my heart.
Of wishes unfulfilled that
pricks like thorns,
cuts like a sword; sharp and fine.
Of the rains of my fate which
were destined for someone other’s home.
Of the grave that lies
in a corner of my heart where
un-listened prayers sleep.
Of the un-heard moans and sobs
of my injured heart that
spoke through eyes
alas! no one was there to read.
Of my eternal search inside
myself – The search of self
search of The Divine.
Of the enduring solitude
Of the withering bliss
in the spring of my life.
O’ Moon you were the spectator
of metamorphosis that de-colorized
my life’s zest from
white to Black and shades of grey.
O’ Moon I am scared
Of the abyss I have to jump in with
open eyes and wide arms but
crying heart and stinging soul
in near future.
O’ Moon be my guest
hold my hand and walk with me
through the vexatious path
towards the ultimate future
where each step pierce the countless
blisters of my jaded soul.
O’ Moon can you endure
my feelings pure?
O’ Moon can you give me
your shoulders to cry on ?
O’ Moon can you bear
the dilemma that is near?
The moon smiled and spoke
words that I am in a habit to hear.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea”
And veiled its childlike silver face
underneath the blue clouds
on the limitless sky
where a new year was beginning
just as a ray of hope
rises through melancholy and gloom.
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White Shadows 