It’s been long since I wrote my heart out,
This silver shadow in my balcony ,
Striking the window and reaching the couch
Has encouraged once again to pick up my pen and begin the journey.
It’s winters now and the cool moonlight
Bestows itself around 7 in the night
Littering the eastern sky with undying hope and a feeling to fly
This moonlight has a remarkable presence.
Even if my doors are closed I can feel and sense,
The sense of curiosity, energy, patience and love
The sense of kindness, regularity and being there above.
To keep it with me always, to capture its beauty within me
I click like a thousand pictures, come what may
To not to lose it and adore it like a baby.
As the night rises in the huge grey space
The mesmerising silver hue draws me closer to its charm and grace,
With the rising darkness comes cold and shiver
Where I walk in back, closing the doors even quicker.
But as I turn around again to fancy,
I see the moonlight not in the sky but in my balcony.