Unlike this solitary moon
watching me awake.
Her gaze pierced almost every
pore of mine.
With some borrowed silver, her
hair illumined.
All the while thinking, where
to draw the line?
Was there any? Or just the one
in my head.
The night patiently waiting
like newly weds.
That involuntary holding of
hands,
And eyelids lowering, as if
searching needle in sand.
Who had led the night?
Was it me or her….or moon`s
trickery?
Our every breath sounded in
harmony,
The one moment that controls
every youth`s fury.
In little steps of two and
three,
Her head and my heart lightly
swayed.
That ecstatic moment relished
in glee,
Who says love binds? It held
us free.
On broken wings, meant to
fall.
We did flee in insecurities.
Relying on emotions so ephemeral,
Bound to bring remorse and
pity.
If only framed memories, be
relived again
And words stand for emotions
to explain.
Never an owner of things and
selves,
But, enslaved by pleasures and
pain.
How could I be even of myself?
While following expertise of
else`s world, in vain.
So, why kiss and own the
moment?
Think of one-another with
contempt.
The beauty of things left
unsaid,
Not just in heart, but resides
in head.
No wonder you are far,
Too far away to have a chance.
If only, it does happen ever,
I could complete our
Moon-Dance.
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