You left me your moon
On a train journey night
When you found the moon traveling with us
Knocking incessantly
At the window of our compartment,
You exclaimed suddenly -
‘Moon! Look at the moon!’ -
As if having seen it for the very first time -
And extended your beautiful arms
To pluck the full ripe moon
Right from the branches of the sky,
Your silver body in the moonlight
Reminding me of a line from Neruda -
‘The moon lives in the lining of your skin.’
.
It has been quite some time
Since you left me your moon.
The moon has
Since then -
In its different sizes -
Been polished off by several mornings;
Seeing through its nightly escapades
At least two partial
And one total eclipse,
But the the glint of moonlight in your eyes
Wanders with me everywhere
Even when the moon is absent,
And as for the moon -
It seems to live with me
During the day as well -
Even when it has no business to,
None whatsoever!
.
Yes!
Your moon is here
Pretty much all the time,
But I do miss its silver
In the lining of your skin.
Okay, Well! If this is what you write after a few months of no-writing phase then you should take such breaks.. It is Beautiful! Simply… Read it a couple of times.. ” But i do miss its silver
In lining of your skin” ..
FR.
You left me your moon.