Thursday, May 14, 2009

The moon is our constant companion,

as we trudge along a lonely, straight road;

Eyes enveloped in the silhouette shadows of the teaks and the palashs,

tall and barren as they stand,

I am captivated by the unrealised beauty in their barrenness;

As if whispering in my ears "shorn of all splendour, I still stand in full glory and splendour"

and making me feel at that particular moment,

a complete sense of contentment and peace.


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Rhett said...

I have had a many a meanderings abt the moon, and one such was much like this one. Nice writing!