Moon Talk

Laid on the couch,

in a stormy night.

Gazing at the moon, through its faded light.

Wondering it’s calmth !

Pondering, how can one shine with pride?

When bebayed by darkness all around.

When stands by oneself, without any sound.

On and off, it radiates aloud,

in between, gets hidden under the clouds.

It’s mute gesture to spread pure love,

and the nature of limitless patience in it’s cove.

Perhaps, you got me right,

I happened to talk to the moon that night.

When I could empathize in it the solitude,

When it was not at all rude,

on being obscure from sight.

It saw me sobbing in grief,

then explained in brief.

Bit embarrassed was I, to wipe off my tears.

“get up, to shine again, to overcome all your fears.

What could be seen is the smile in it’s shine,

When it has lot more reasons to be not fine.

When it cannot even sleep for a single whole night,

to shine every day, as much as bright.

Speechless conversation we had,

A visible indication to grok.

Essence of vibes to be retained.

Either low, either high, just look up at the sky.

Incredible, how easily it taught to revive.

When itself has to wait, for the night to arrive.

When , it’s turn to reflect,

disrupted it is, to be more towards perfect.