Ever wondered the wish of the moon?
Could it ever be its wish
to relentlessly orbit around the Sun,
being a satellite,
stuck in a hopeless inertia,
believing it to be destiny
to endlessly repeat this pattern
over and over again,
allowed to meet the Sun
only when, the date and time
are in a perfect alignment.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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the beginning;
the middle;
the end;
thank you for giving me a beautiful middle
for this end was inevitable.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
I invited her to a dark place,
that’s my mind
she saw it and stayed
together we trembled,
yet stayed put.
I took her to a flowing river
of gloom and tears
she came along,
held me together and swam
deep with me, saying
all gets better in the end,
and even if it doesn’t
you’re not alone, said she
I walked her through
a bumpy track of my traumas
and happily all along
she walked by me
every single step of the way
telling me, I’m beyond my traumas
and helped me
built the lost confidence
piece by piece
I never had to, nor I will
ever have to ask her to stay
because I know she always will
for in this world of
materialistic happiness,
and manipulative relationships,
I have her, who stayed with me
at my darkest.
On your birthday,
my dearest and the only one
who I will call mindlessly at 4 am,
I want to thank you for
making me believe in light
when all I could see was darkness
Thank you for your existence.
Thank you, my dearest one
for being you !
Happy birthday, I’d always wish the best in the world for you ! ❤
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-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
Born with love, we all are
love, that wilts away, gradually
one heartbreak at a time.
Sometimes you seek validation,
other times all you need
is two cents of affection.
Once upon a time it was,
my soul became inadequate
and silently, without glory
I was left unheard
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
Trying to catch a feather
that is drifting away
tirelessly flying, effortlessly
a fine, light, and softest of all
a feather grey as time
carried away by the wind,
away, far away from your hold
Thinking hard, contemplating
this urge to hold on to it,
I found myself reaching to
a realization, that hits hard
this need is to hold,
hold on to something
that is tangible, and not
an idea of tangibility.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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The session of the court begins
orders for those around to settle
there is one getting tried
standing on the stand
to be questioned,
so must witness this hearing
to seek the holier opinions
of the jurists sitting on the bench
wisest of all,
those who been there done that
to gain all this experience
being the judge of right and wrong
while they read the ratio
going into the intricate
principles of how an action
wasn’t right,
to tell how one should be
what to say under duress
attest the worth of the one
on stand to be accepted
in the world of this civilization
with a stamp which says
approved by the court of validation
and then finally the ratio says
the one on the stand, found guilty
guilty of having a voice, an identity
and so sentenced to a lifetime
to conform to the standards
set by the society,
to maintain the status-quo.
Oh ! but says the one on the stand
look deep, your honour there be a mistake
in the interpretation of the
holy law, by which we all are bound
There is no way, no other path
says the jury
conform, or else you will be
judged by the higher power,
the public, the democracy
and then, my dear
imprisonment for life
in the cell of dismay
will only become your reality.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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The desire held
closely in the heart
not just be given
only for destiny
it is to decide,
for the unattached
to be realized,
and only by
setting it free
what is attached
can be integrated.
The cocoon opens
for realization
of the butterfly
to flutter its wings
bathing it is
there in the moonlight
dusted with the
finesse of the stardust
altering its glow.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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the unplanned is the plan
a poem structured or not
a prayer may be answered or not
but alike poem, even the prayer
is composed beautifully
with those unplanned
words and phrases
that appear, pushing
each other towards the
farther right.
In that journey of composition
a self-confession occurs
without expecting
an absolution
that both the poem,
and the prayer
was always planned
since the inception of
the writer.
The prayer was always answered
and the poem always understood
whether in those
indirect forms,
as for
just asking is answering
of the prayer and the poem
conceived with
the moment of your inception.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
Anticipation of the unknown
with your pulse beating up
like an echo of the drums
yet the soul remains
silent, just like
the voice of the unborn,
Shouting at the top of your voice
you are, questioning the skies
yet you remain calm, being
at the center of the storm.
The silent transition in the dreams
is the only escape from the real
and the comfort of the night
sings to you in harmony
cause the light of the day,
reminds you of the brightness
you miss in life.
the subconscious filled with
a light eternal,
the fragrance of lilies and
warmth of memories filled
in a home you made in your head
is the reason to smile.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
Photo by Juan Gomez on Unsplash
Inherent it is,
exchanging energies,
taking a hold of the awareness
just for once
not fearing the unknown
accepting the boundless
cosmos of energies
around us
astound by the glimses
of magnifecence that lie
in the eyes of the beholder,
not taking the charge
and just observe
the limitless and the boundless
interplay of events in front
Let not the heart labour
let it breathe
just for this once
let it breathe.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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