Moon
Dear Moon I look up to you today, I do see you everyday changing shapes and then disappearing in an instance and that whole night I look up to you yet even in those moments you say it's a New Moon Night my child new moon wheras as in reality you're just holllow a void a cellestial body who has just learned to illuminate. You have all the right to question my tone today the mood today the fierceness and the helplessness i hold today as when I look up to you all I have is questions and only questions, I feel pity for myself as how come you always manage to have a star so close to you and I on the other hand just posses a requiem.
Indeed I have no right to compare as I even hate the idea of it then what do you want me to do is there a way to dive in this sea of remorse, to hold my breath in this strangulation or to even shed few drops of drenching pain, alas so broken I'm deprived of even expressing the pain. Nice game you have played indeed a curse to be deprived yet feeling the echo in loneliness you present.
I feel a sense of calmness now although that doesn't mean I have accepted my faith, I feel a vulnerability that doesn't mean I'll be broken again. It's a paradox I dwell onto..It's a maze, It's a trap and it's a sudden wave, It's a reflection and it's a real and inverted image neither concave nor convex I hold a mirror of introspection peering back in a bubble myriad oval probabilities and possiblities in all which I have just failed. Isn't it strange that I get to live so many lives everyday I get to wear so many faces everyday..I have to check all my walls are fortified yet each day I wish they break into wrekages the dilemna of an artist and a killer always convulges to a common phrase. Who'll kill whom neither prey nor the predator the can tell.
Hahaha you're right my firend I guess sometimes I just flow with no sense of the words,adjectives,punctiations or even sentences, sometimes I see the path but mostly I have no sense of direction in which it lends.
You look good today there's a radiance around you the charm you carry and the less says more in every aspect.Indeed I was supposed to have a dialogue yet it's been a monologue without any context.
Sometimes I wonder how you manage to be so calm, Sometimes I wonder how eloquent is your grace I have found a peace in your abode but my mind it has it's own ways.
Out of all the places I have been out of all the cities I have roamed on I know somewhere above you are always there, I only see one side of you and so does everyone then what makes our connect different, after so many attempts when today I have lifted the pen why they pointed your way.
Indeed like always I have questions and you having no answers to give, I fear I have to end my monologue as all my attempts to strike a conversation has been gone in vain.
Yet you know why we are alike..As you have learnt to shine apart from your natural trait, your revolution is dependent on the existence of my planet, you're always there yet we perceive you on what we see, we have made rituals, customs we pretend to praise yet we don't realize you're even there.
No one ever tried to you understand you, they use as a metaphor even stepping over you is considered a victory over dark ages...We do all to you except to understand that your purpose is to shine even when no one cares
By- Kshitij Sinha
8/6/2020
Indeed I have no right to compare as I even hate the idea of it then what do you want me to do is there a way to dive in this sea of remorse, to hold my breath in this strangulation or to even shed few drops of drenching pain, alas so broken I'm deprived of even expressing the pain. Nice game you have played indeed a curse to be deprived yet feeling the echo in loneliness you present.
I feel a sense of calmness now although that doesn't mean I have accepted my faith, I feel a vulnerability that doesn't mean I'll be broken again. It's a paradox I dwell onto..It's a maze, It's a trap and it's a sudden wave, It's a reflection and it's a real and inverted image neither concave nor convex I hold a mirror of introspection peering back in a bubble myriad oval probabilities and possiblities in all which I have just failed. Isn't it strange that I get to live so many lives everyday I get to wear so many faces everyday..I have to check all my walls are fortified yet each day I wish they break into wrekages the dilemna of an artist and a killer always convulges to a common phrase. Who'll kill whom neither prey nor the predator the can tell.
Hahaha you're right my firend I guess sometimes I just flow with no sense of the words,adjectives,punctiations or even sentences, sometimes I see the path but mostly I have no sense of direction in which it lends.
You look good today there's a radiance around you the charm you carry and the less says more in every aspect.Indeed I was supposed to have a dialogue yet it's been a monologue without any context.
Sometimes I wonder how you manage to be so calm, Sometimes I wonder how eloquent is your grace I have found a peace in your abode but my mind it has it's own ways.
Out of all the places I have been out of all the cities I have roamed on I know somewhere above you are always there, I only see one side of you and so does everyone then what makes our connect different, after so many attempts when today I have lifted the pen why they pointed your way.
Indeed like always I have questions and you having no answers to give, I fear I have to end my monologue as all my attempts to strike a conversation has been gone in vain.
Yet you know why we are alike..As you have learnt to shine apart from your natural trait, your revolution is dependent on the existence of my planet, you're always there yet we perceive you on what we see, we have made rituals, customs we pretend to praise yet we don't realize you're even there.
No one ever tried to you understand you, they use as a metaphor even stepping over you is considered a victory over dark ages...We do all to you except to understand that your purpose is to shine even when no one cares
By- Kshitij Sinha
8/6/2020
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