A visit !

it visited me again tonight

slowly creeping in

making way 

to amplify

the darkest hole in my heart

enlarging that never filling void.

the loneliness it is

entering uninvited

in those hours

when the night sleeps

and the sound of crickets

is the only comfort

it grows, with days passing

and nights coming

and with every passing night

i’m a day further away

from everything, from everyone

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Mystery !

Strange are the ways of life

takes you on a road strange

where you pave the way, you can’t see

carving out your path 

as much with petals of rose

as much with thorns,

where comes a point, 

pretending as if not feeling the pricks of fear

becomes the only choice

you feed your brain with

as if that burning fire inside your chest

is not killing you in those profound ways

even when the smoke begins to choke you

you just keep on walking through this heaviness

even when the alley ahead is clouded with fog

and the vision is anything but clear

you are expected to see the dazzle in it

as if you are standing strong as a concrete wall

when inside you are falling into pieces 

just like a deck of cards

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

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Shining light !

I wish for the time and space
to unwind and float away.
Stepping into your mind
to read your thoughts
sweet and complex,
wanting a piece of you to remember
treasure a part of you in my heart forever
there are countless paths to travel
abounding passages to discover
having you by my side
the rising of the early sun
and the touch of the dawn
the sound of the morning crickets
and the silence of the night sky
the moments are infinite to experience
yet this endless distance
standing tall between us
forbidding the sweetest pleasure
of being together
however the darkness thrives
i’ll keep the light burning
in my heart, warm and bright
for you to always find shelter
peace and comfort
when you finally come home !

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Reason !

Those clouds of passion that once 
came crashing across my face
and that love drenched rain
dressing my body with glitter
where fires flared from friction
along the trail your lips traced

on those chilly winter mornings
where our fingers found shelter
in the spaces between
where now these spaces seem so spacious
yet my fingers still linger 
on your fragrance.

And here am I
the only audience to your absence
trying to hold on to your warmth
yet unable to survive
for I miss my reason to exist
the anticipation of your kiss.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Photo by Joe Yates on Unsplash

Appetite of love !

I was curled up

with a book in my hand

reading about

love and growth

and it caught me thinking

how much we seem to know about

the beginning and budding of love

but how awfully little do we know

about how it continues.

And so, I gave myself

a reason to write

about how love reveals itself

gradually striking realities

as it comes

There are days when his hugs 

are like the

morning coffee, you need

for letting yourself up from the bed

while other days, they are those

welcome gifts that check

all the vital functioning of your body

as if one cannot possibly function

without the other

Then are those winter days

when no blanket

seem warm enough than the

embrace of those arms

and then are those 

ghastly trying and tiring days

when nothing is comforting

than that relaxing snuggle.

It just seems impossible

for me to imagine

being deprived of these sweet

little luxuries

There are days more often than less

when we cannot decide on the common food

that is delicious to us both

or the movies that we both love

yet here we are still eating

what’s made of love, the simplest of food

delicious or not

though bickering and irritating the other

using a will that is liberal enough

to go over each others watch-list

We alternate roles

in thriving on social situations

exhausting as it seems

making warm beverages for the other

to sit and listen to the agony built

I’m all about the whys of everything

while he is out to ask the hows

They say there is always

a little bit of dissent that

opposites breed

yet no one talks about

all that takes to satisfy

love’s greed.

And as I sit here

studying these curiosities

of differences

writing the poetry about

the opposites and the contradictions

of the personalities and love

and predictability and tease

watching the war between

expectations and surprises

and trust and belief

maneuvering the differences

gradually with comfort and ease

and the love in between

sitting quietly

witnessing all such

with amusement yet contented

for its appetite 

being quenched with patience

in a wholesome meal

cooked with affection and zeal.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Exquisite love !

But I wonder sometimes
why it had to be you, then
then i say to myself
I’m in love with your warm embrace
this gorgeous face and the strong presence
but it was your complex mind
it always had been
that ticked me always
kept me on toes
and the beautiful thoughts
it engenders
always made me weak in the knees
racing my heart,
to a point of destruction
leading to a creation
most alluring.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Photo by Sabina Ciesielska on Unsplash

Dream !

But you know
there are many words
that I want to say to you
that will remain between
my lips, stitched,
like the water in the vast ocean
just touches the shore
gently and then recedes.

But may be in the faded light
of the faint moonlit sky
as you sleep to the sound
of peaceful night
I will whisper those words
in your ear
which you can’t hear
but may be
I will dream of you
dreaming those words.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Jagged !

A wall made not of stones
but distrust
holding dilapidated edges
and jagged words, razor-sharp
piercing right through the heart.
Ignored emotions and painful cries
unheard and unfelt
cut through the bones
cutting the pieces
making the foundation fall
in a free fall
like a deck of cards.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Anticipated !

The mind strays uncontrollably
in haste, flowing with the turmoil
things fall apart, the hell break loose
despite the pleading, its the darkness,
stubborn and persistent,
decides, just to stay
for as long as,
gloom becomes the only way.
Feelings foreign begin pricking
own is the heart
yet, begins betraying
for the millions of questions
alien and mysterious, transpiring
answers to which flow
in a different galaxy.
The blame is on the heart
for its inadequacy.
and just in time
a feeling surface,
the lies unfold
the control is lost
nor the mind, nor heart
no longer can
control, manipulate or stop
the coming of the storm

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

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Promote Yourself Monday- September 3, 2018

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Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.

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