Afraid of getting pricked by thorns
at the places that already hurt,
many of us are,
so we admire,
admire the rose from afar,
till the time
the heart knows for sure,
holding the rose,
won’t make it wither,
and only then is crossed
the ocean of vulnerability,
-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 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
pages that are crisp
indented by the tip of the pen
dancing beneath the dry skin
of my cracked palm
they spread their wings
and together they flutter
singing the ballads
they are covered in
weaving together
a time that was melodious.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
Accepting the ‘absurd’
is the only way to live.
thinking that every narrative
has a hero necessarily
is absurd,
heroism is a constant
human endeavor,
irrespective of the means
or the end.
heroism is as humane
as our existence,
it is nothing but
the meaning which we
give to our lives,
nothing but the purpose
we build for ourselves.
To believe that absurdity
will ever leave us
is a futile exercise.
cause, absurd is there
to stay with us,
and the only way out is
the acceptance of its
immortal existence.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
Ignorance, where
all the evil comes from.
Good intentions, can do
as much harm as malevolence,
if doesn’t come from understanding.
Good is as humane as evil
two sides of the same coin,
isn’t it?
having a black heart is not evil
evil is ignorance,
the vice which is the most incorrigible
a vice that fancies knowing everything
claiming for itself, the right to kill.
Its like the soul of the murderer,
which is blind,
blind to the goodness,
blind to the clear sightedness
just drowned neck deep
in its power of ignorance.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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What is reality?
to go about it
in a Socratic style of inquiry
will the question be answered?
may be or may not be.
Why not question, instead,
the reality of today,
isn’t it
the stars which look
a little more brighter today,
or the wind what is blowing
a little more pure
or the waves which are
a little more clearer
coming to the shore today
Looking at yourself in the mirror
while questioning the reality of you
look deeper, a little more than usual
try finding that answer you’ve been
searching for all this while,
may be a different perspective
is waiting to be found by you,
may be you were free all along
may be your freedom was
anchored just in you head
while the reality,
well may be
that was the existence,
your existence, all along.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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What becomes the reality,
when banality of everything
becomes trite because of overuse.
In life, where everything
is loosing its spark,
and it feels as if,
nothing is worth fighting for
except for a truce,
or peace the world is looking for.
But if you will,
take a moment, let it pass
breathe in the air,
listen to the birds,
chirping outside your window,
don’t comprehend,
the thoughts and the feelings
that have gone rogue.
Don’t conclude,
for the end is yet too far,
and the banality of the world
in the end is truly what the reality is.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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Silence has a wide vocabulary,
difficult to comprehend,
ironical as may seem,
sometimes it is too loud,
a choir of confusion or
a tragedy in translation.
and then come those times
when it is so dead,
as if void of life,
that you cannot listen
your own heartbeat.
Never the same, it is
though may seem similar
always comes with different emotion
and changing circumstances,
always presents something new to unravel
beneath its layers of complexity.
it may be something you want to hear,
or you may fear to know,
something you were waiting to see,
or not, all along.
It may be a friend, constantly evolving
or a relentless enemy.
Form, fashion, manners, different or same
it will forever remain
the most welcome and also the most unwanted
part of our lives.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
Like a glass
with a broken body
heart chipping away
piece by piece
with the days eventful.
Done and dusted through
cracked, damaged and flawed
the adjectives that suit.
Hurting, trying to fix things
bleeding, trying to hold together
the million pieces
just waiting to break through
the behold and fall down.
What’s left?
one gentle touch,
just to make sure everything is good
oh yes, it took just one gentle touch
to shatter what little was left
into pieces, without knowing !
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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