Monday, 13 March 2017

Empty Moon

The errant moon was hung to death by stars 
Yet heaven is only a dream for mortals
He remained pale across the flattened globe 
Watching, waxing, waning and all through it
Carrying half-soaked messages of unborn lust

He was here last night too, empty handed 
I let him in, full that he was in his lonely quest
We played holi with shades of each other's memories 
And wove people, places, moments into Colours,
lost stories, togetherness and all of the world's senses 

We burnt them all with the holika. 
He is back up there again
Perhaps a shade brighter 
If only for tonight

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