Mythical moon
Numbness transcends the animate
To enjoy the luxury of the stellar world.
Rarely but the pleasure in it,
Lovingly misleads with a mythical herald.
But when you get into its sheath
When you drink wine
Cheering with the night and
Get to watch the jet-black sky
You realise the bliss in oblivion
In intoxication-in illusion-
In the fantastic flight of fantasy.
I have been to that world spirits
Of the timeless saga of existence
I encompassed the grandeur of love
And of romanticism of sensitiveness.
Once I witnessed a gallant youth at dusk,
Dying at the crossroads of war
Nothing, no one around him to console
For the last sight preferred to look at
The rising face of ‘her’.
His last prayers were too soft to be heard-
But somehow he was sure…
His message shall reach his ladylove,
For he had trusted her presence
In moon’s craters serene and pure….
Once upon a distressed eve,
I have known someone to leave
A lonely note for night birds to sing,
While the moon’s wrinkled lady’s-
Spindle wheels continued to ring…
Blue light I have seen to wash
The air sweeping length of hair,
While maiden silently stared
As if piercing ‘his’ chest,
To see the real form of her prince
Etched below the lilac mantle on her breast..
And many more…
Shower their love on moon every day..
Insensate as it is..yet compliments
Every panged heart, radiating hope’s ray,
To pass on the tale of lonely hearts
To some unknown listeners of the same serene sky…
Sky-which then is a mirage condensing
Affection’s impression…an ocean…
Mythical moon..then is not very high…
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