Standing alone under a night sky on a moonlit terrace..
Mind speaks when it wants to, where it wants to and the way it wants to.
Mine spoke to the Moon tonight.
Through my eyes.. through the glares, bitter smiles and momentary tears.
Through the Silence.. we spoke of the Light.
Horizon scattered with man-made lights, none so truthful as the stars in the sky.
Wind ripped at my clothes, with intensity of One whose path can't be altered.
Moon shone through the clouds with sincerity of One whose light can't be dimmed by the fluidity of darkness.
With whispers of the trees asleep, I felt the Moon come alive.
Alive through its Light.
Death comes with passing of a Soul..
With passing of a Light which is dear.
Life comes with staying through the Night,
Awaiting the Dawn.
Death-
A warm hug taken away,
A loving smile gone forever,
Across the line, with the Crow.
Tears speak of the Day to come
And Life without that one heartbeat.
Tears speak of the Night dying,
Tears speak of the Wind blowing,
They speak of Change, quite against the Will.
A numb heart Lives through it all,
Desperately trying to turn back the time.
A numb heart beats through it all.
Moon stays up.. waiting.
It stays up.. listening.
It gives Light all through our Night
Reminding us of our Dawn.
Everything seemed so much simpler up there on the terrace.. which indeed got jumbled up in my mind, here in my room.
The reason why we live and the reasons we have to face death-
The Moonlit Simplicity of it all was eye-opening.
The Moonlit Simplicity of it all was eye-opening.
Love bridges gaps.. yet the parallel roads always remain parallel.
Parallel lives.. where one abruptly ends, others carry on.
Yet we need Love for the Light, which makes our parallel paths brighter.
The Crow comes when it has to.
In the meanwhile-
We Love.
