Fulcrum !

Don’t you fret, for I’m here
And I’ll always be here,
to let you know, that you’re loved
showing how my world revolves around
the fulcrum, that you are

Yes, I will be here
for you to know, that
no matter the burden
big or small,
you’ll always find me right beside you
walking together, even when the path is
brutal, and life throws vexed questions.

and when the nights get longer
and the darkness surrounds you,
when the sleep, deceives you
rendering restlessness and anxiety
i’ll be right there to hold you
to sing you to sleep
and comfort you, with my embrace
telling you how, we will get through it

For the pain and agony
just like the smile and laughter
remember we are shared partners
through the thick and through the thin
and in sickness and in health,
for my weary mind, never leaves your side
even when distance puts us aside

you don’t have to be alone,
cause I’d always stretch my hand
for you to hold it, for there is nothing
in the world that will change the fact
that for you,
i’ll travel every hard and aching mile, and
the fire of love isn’t ever gonna burn and fade

So just leave your pain and worry aside
hold me tight,
cause I’m never gonna leave your side
holding you till the sun shine brights
from near, or from far I’ll be there
to look for the thoughts in which you are.

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Photo by Tom The Photographer on Unsplash

The colour of love !

He is the colour of sunshine

illuminating the darkness,

wherever he sets his foot.

the colour shining in his dazzling eyes

a reflection, of his heart.

 

that contagious laughter,

just like the colour of tulips blooming,

spreading freshness, and love

cheering my soul,

transiting in a pure state of affection.

 

his touch 

like the beautiful hues of pink

making my heart skip a beat

dripping the fragrance

of jasmine.

 

his kiss,

warm on my skin,

golden, just like the colour of honey

sweet and blissful,

 

The colour of his love

is my favourite, white

pure and pious

oblivious to betrayal and deceit

clear and giving.

 

The colour formed after mixing hundreds,

yet, never loosing its essence,

that’s what is the colour of his love

millions in one, yet one in a million !

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

 

That girl !

That girl, I call too close to my heart,

that girl, i miss today,

as I sit here on the edge of my bed alone,

where we used to spend hours together,

talking and just measuring our stupidity,

with our obsession of clicking pictures.

She is the one who was always there,

just to make sure, I was never alone,

despite being helpless to help,

she did everything to make me feel better.

Never getting tired of listening to my endless stories,

of pain, hurt, rejection, failure,

who knew the level of my tears,

how they used to flow over those calls at 2 am.

She was with me at my happiest, and I know

she’d be with me at my lowest,

Those silly laughter, and those drives

the long runs, and that shared love for food

the countless memories, over endless discussions

In those long conversations, we knew

that no matter where the world takes us,

in this heart, we will always be the ‘stupid friends’

protecting each other when the times are such

being there for each other, even if it means

looking out for each other from a distance.

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Photo by Ben White on Unsplash

Today, is just one of those days when you sit back, and cherish the memories you’ve made with the special people in your life. This is that day for me, when its just nostalgia, happiness, the pain of missing someone, and the pleasure of knowing that you have people around you that care, all of those emotions rushing and overwhelming me in very strange ways. This one is dedicated to ‘that girl’ whom I call ‘my friend for life and afterlife too.’

Near, still here !

The wind that just passed by you, caressing your face

touched me, I felt the warmth as if it was your touch,

leaving me breathless.

The miles between us I wonder now,

is it real, for never you are away.

The setting sun in the sky,

paints your face, for me to admire.

and then when I close my eyes,

I feel your arms wrapped up around me perfectly.

Hours and days, weeks and months

pass at their own pace, 

yet I always find you just right beside me.

And when the night sky shine

the star-light reflects the glitter of your eyes

speaking to me in the language of love.

The moon light falls on the ocean,

and the waves carry the sound of your laughter,

that makes my heart skip a beat.

When the world falls asleep, and the raindrops fall

their sound seems like your voice talking to me

taking my name, singing to me, making it beautiful,

making me fall asleep in the comfort of the lullaby .

And when the morning sunshine touches my skin,

gently, it feels like the comfort of your touch

blanketing me, to start my day.

And I feel that

you still are just here, right beside me

in every thing I see and touch

yes, still very near, just here.

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Photo by Rodolfo Sanches Carvalho on Unsplash

 

 

 

 

Serene journey !

Today, tomorrow and for years to come,

I’ll walk the paths with you,

touching the air around, that no one can see,

and when the journey gets difficult,

for the roadblocks gets rough,

when the efforts invested appears in vain,

I’ll hum your favourite song,

walking along, holding your hand,

adorning the smile, comforting you,

one step at a time, to end this journey,

with one thing certain,

my hands in yours, and my steps besides yours,

welcoming the rising sun, together.

on the other side of the night.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Loving You ! (Re-post)

To me, loving you

Is the way to view the world

And express my perspective.

 

To me, loving you

is that moment,

When you feel you are in a parallel universe

Free from every weight that holds you down.

 

To me, loving you

Is looking at life from a blind man’s eye

Because he understands, what he can’t see.

 

To me, loving you

Is a feeling you get, looking at a child’s smiling face

Dripping with innocence, free from treachery.

 

To me, loving you

Is like the sunrise, beginning the day

With a new found hope brightening the soul.

 

To me, loving you

Is like a new discovery every day

Understanding the unknown

 

To me, loving you

Is about feeling good

With every little thing you have in your life to be grateful for.

 

To me, loving you

Is knowing, that contradictory views are better than betrayal

Teaching me that cold words doesn’t always mean ill-intent.

 

To me, loving you

Is comfort, just like the warmth of an overdue hug

Embracing you, and making you feel loved.

 

To me, loving you

Is company, that never leaves you alone

Becoming your strength at all times.

 

To me, loving you

Is knowledge, of experiences of others around

Inspiring you, to make a beautiful story of your own.

 

To me, loving you

Is the melody in the music you love

Touching you indefinitely at all the right wounds and healing.

 

To me, loving you

Is revelation, of the reasons of unexpected smiles

That brings the satisfaction in your heart making you contend.

 

To me, loving you

Is the view of tiny drops of dew settled on a flower on a winter morning

Bringing happiness to your heart and beauty to your eyes.

 

To me, loving you

Is dreaming, with your eyes open

Filling your heart with a passion to fulfil what is seen.

 

To me, loving you

is all of this and much more

Balancing me to feel better, understand better and ultimately, be better.

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Photo by taylor hernandez on Unsplash

That little girl!

 

I think, I faintly remember her

That little girl with shining stars in her eyes

She carried her universe in the dreams she saw with her eyes open.

the one she was, who was surrounded by many,

but found solace, in the backyard, watching butterflies

She believed in magic and wonders, she believed in fairy tales

yet she knew that devil existed.

Monsoon was her favourite, the little drops of rain on her skin,

taught her, that pain just like dust could be washed away.

She was curious, having innumerable questions

but, scared of asking them.

The world saw her as delicate and fragile,

But in her heart she always knew, she was strong more than anyone could see.

She was shy, hardly speaking out loud ever, mostly quiet,

But, she had all the conversations in her head,

making her know herself twice.

She was pretty, delicate, soft and innocent.

 

Then one day, life happened to her

And she grew up, hardly realising this transition.

Since then, she carries that innocent childhood of hers, in a box

that she opens, when no one is around,

to revisit the only time, that belonged to her

To cherish, the bittersweet of memories.

And I,

Yes, I think, I faintly remember her

In the vagueness of my memory,

the innocence in her eyes

and the contagious sound of her laughter.

 

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE