As it was a no-moon day, my eyes were wet just to catch the glimpse of the moon. I slept silently with grief giving fake warmth to my heart whispering in my soul that I would bath in moonlight tomorrow.
The moon, sensing my distress, reached down with his delicate feet to console me Later, by collecting stars and arranging them on my path, he requested me to get into his kingdom.
/Moon promised me a heavenly journey/
Amid the asteroids and meteorites, I knocked on the door of the galaxy, promising it the poetic sky.
The clouds were drizzling with the tale of our love by making rhythmic thunder sound and were passing through the moon whispering it, about my arrival.
The stars outlined the constellation in which the verses of my poem were written.
As I reached a little, the moon got jealous as a few stars were speaking to me with twinkling hope.
And when the moonlight caressed my soul, I was scanning for the words to trace a poem.
later, when I got closer to the moon, I sensed the fragrance of my poetry in his soul.
Shyly turning my head away, When I sat on the crescent cradle of the moon and recited ballads, the moon reflected mangata by making the water blush !
_astitva_Ahh!! This inspiration from the moon and the every phase of moon depicting the whole Odyssey of charm. The emotions are the moon and the ink is the star embroidering the whole sky of mirakee. Stupendous. Keep deciphering the moon like this always with a moony smile on your face always
To hide my dark mosaic scars when I wrapped myself in the blanket of sins, with dried tears when my heart was sick to breathe, when I shredded a stitch on my heart, when I filled my veins with the beauty of pain, choking my arteries...
Then, gifting the lost shine of my soul and decorating my open wounds with love,
The moon pulled out a shredded stitch of my heart, squeezed all my pain, and poured it with inked stars only to let me breathe love, to let me breathe poetry.
And now the words resting as metaphors on my fancy soul, talks about the moon, the syllables of my heartbeat urge me to decorate the moon as the verse in every poem...
Okay This is my 200th writeup on my moon Happy 200 to us Moon is love ....
Well, I have no words to express ... Without the moon, I can't write poetry Ishhh
I generally don't write a diary... I just write about the special days here in this prose I am sharing a real incident ...............................................................................................................................................
May 03 7.00 pm
Dear diary, It's been a while since I wrote something ...
It's about 7 pm, and I am sitting outside my balcony with a piece of paper and a pad, waiting for the moon to seize the sky with its shine. ~ As you know, poetry comes with a thought of the moon~ *ishh*
I felt like listening to the song because the wind brought whispers of love romanticizing the atmosphere.
I played the song and the moment I heard the lyrics of that song //jaise mujhe tum mile, tum mile jaise koi din khiley din khiley//
I smiled, and for about 20 minutes all I did was scribbling his name and drawing hearts around it
I took my phone to see his photo, and I witnessed the stars peeking out whispering about the engrossing tale of our love in the sky.
I looked up at the sky where the moon was hidden behind the clouds and felt as though the moon had permitted me to look at him.
~ He is my day-time moon ~
I kept zooming in and out of his photo and kept it aside. I was gazing at stars and saw a pattern of stars together making an alphabet of his name.
I rubbed my eyes and turned off the music for a few moments to get over his thoughts and merely to stop blushing.
(If I continue to think about him I will blush and blush and my amma will kill me XD)
As soon as I turned off the music, the clouds made a little thunder sound, the rain was drizzling rhythm, urging me not to pause the lovable melody.
The scent of petrichor reminded me of his warm fragrance, and I remembered the last hug we shared a month ago.
And I looked up at the sky and smiled as I saw clouds hugging the moon, just as I am enduring to hug him.
I felt even the moon too needs comfort to feel warmness about his loved one.
As I went inside my bed, He called me and asked, " Can I be your Moon tonight as your beloved moon is hidden in the clouds?"