The Moon

A very simple photograph, evoking simple emotions. The Moon appearing like a pearl in the ocean, a jewel on a fabric, a bulb in the fog, guiding light, like a father, in a storm, a bindi on the forehead of the woman, whose face can dispense thousands of worries in fraction of a second, mother's.


Sparkling Moon on the forehead of sky,
dispensing cloudy frowns of worries,
just like a mother's face would.

Lone ranger offering shoulder to cry,
to billions of stars, dispensing pain of distance,
like a friend's shoulder would.

Shining jewel on the blue fabric of trust,
mending, hiding holes of mistakes,
like a sibling's trust would.

Glowing in the distance, like a lamp in the storm,
dispersing darkness even before it comes,
like a teacher's glow would.

Showing the way, easing the path,
lighting up the road, for future ahead,
like a father's guidance would.

Caressing gently, empowering with the Sun's reflection,
embracing, as one is,
like a lover's love would.

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal. 

Dusk to Dawn.

The setting Sun sets ablaze the trees; diving into the horizon, splashing evening in its wake.

Fire in the sky douses from red to orange, orange to pink, pink to purple; finally a midnight blue.

Twilight waits patiently for the Moon to rise; for the silver fingers will caress it to sleep tonight.

Lady night descends gracefully in her dress, jet black; stars sparkling like sequins in her gown.

Owls hoot, crickets sing, fireflies dance ,decorating the trees; it's time for nocturnal glee.

Moon shoots up, turning oceans into liquid silver; irresistible, its pull, tides rise to kiss the moonlight.

Calm engulfs, living sleep; while dawn breaks the silence with chirping of birds.

Horizon sets ablaze, sky catches fire; oceans bleed red, reflecting the ball of fire.

Winter fog