The Moon and I
I have this age-old relationshipwith the ancient Moon.
It also goes on endlessly
along its anguished course...
It peeps in through my window,
Casts its silvery beams,
Looks me up endearingly,
As if it loves me true...
Surrounded by thousands of stars
It pursues a solitary journey,
Just as I feel like a stranger
in the most august company.
Its fate is to wax and wane,
Under the vast awning
Just as I have ups and downs
in my life's voyage.
I have this strange relationship
With the pastel Moon...
It casts soothing luminescence,
Is obscured by the garish Sun,
The cooling effect it has on the dew,
Is stolen by the Sun...
It shines and illuminates the world,
Yet, it has craters in its heart
Just as I hide behind my smile,
The sorrows of my heart...
All its sores it hides within
and shows a shiny facade,
Just as I keep cheerful frontage
My soul hidden away...
I have this love-hate relationship,
With the dainty moon...
It goes about its daily drudge,
with a beam seemingly calm,
But deep within, like me, it hides
Thousand tumults thousand storms...
So shine and shine away my visage
Shine like the moon,
Moan away my heart and soul,
Moan with the Moon...
Get used to shimmering bright,
And hide away your wounds,
Or may be it's the wounds that shine
May be that's how shimmers the moon...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
Photo: 'Once in a Blue moon' by my friend Raja Thapar with permission.
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 05:01
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