Written On: 27.04.18
The moon; so dark, so enchanting;
Filled with mystery.
The moon; looking like that in a fairy tale
Even in the real world.
The moon; lighting up the dark
Yet showing darkness.
Moon; reflecting love,
Matchmaker of lovers,
Its beauty is beyond bounds.
But oh, the agony of a moonlit night;
Sitting alone on a bench,
Under a tree
Staring at the moon,
Tears in her eyes.
She is alone, with no one to lend a shoulder,
To cry her heart out.
She is surrounded, surrounded by lovers;
Busy, in their own world.
While she is alone
Thinking how cruel can the moon be,
Making her feel, the emptiness in her heart.
Keeping her surrounded by lovers
Whereas she herself is alone.
Forced to watch what is absent in her life.
But oh the joy of a moonlit night
Hand in hand
Surrounded by people
But for them no one else exists.
They trap themselves in their own bubble.
The lonely still with faith;
Look in the moon, imagining her Prince charming.
Coming to save her, fly her away
From all her problems.
Little does she know,
Only few get their Prince charming.
The moon does not take care of all.
Its beauty is boundless.
But it is arrogant and ignorant.
Moon does not see the pain it is causing.
No one, but the ones
Oh the ones in pain can feel it.
They know the truth of a moonlit night
The happiness of it;
The agony of it;
They can see it all.
Because they have seen pain,
But can do nothing about it.
All thought comes back
Comes back to reopen the wounds
In a moonlit night.