This poem was written by me in pre-Corona times when life was rolling on without a pause and I was going through some really tough times. Everyday was same, waking up, going to University, attending one hour long lectures from morning till evenings, hanging out with fake smiles and coming back home with tired face.
To let the fresh air flow through my hair as well as through my life, I used to go to terrace to calm my mind, sit down silently and sometimes contemplate. One day Moon was full and beautiful and the breeze was soothing. My feelings got frenzy and I penned down everything on a paper . I can only say that I may be the one who wrote it but the creator of the moon, the air, the earth and also of my mind, my words, my intellect and ofcourse me is none other than the almighty. So all praises to him and him only.
Here is the poem:
The air was cold, but fresh
When moon gazed at me and I gazed back
It was full and bright
Glorifying the cold wild night
I wanted to talk to this night beauty
But it was silent, maybe reflection of it’s tranquility
I just then realized
I need to feel what I have acquired
Far far away from the chaotic world
The shackles, that never let the silence to be heard
There was no one to judge
No people,no materials and no rush
This beauty and me had amazing chemistry
Maybe because we shared unheard mystery
The earth was moving I didn’t realize
The moon had got bit higher, to my surprise
The realities I was trying to escape
Told me that your fantasies has no place
So I just got up and said goodbye
Air was still cold and fresh
When moon gazed at me and I gazed back!