A Rendezvous To Contemplate...
Published by Aakarsh under Verses on Tuesday, May 01, 2007
A fortnight ago, during mid-night,
when rain came with its pattering feet,
someone knocked my door...
When i opened the door,
i found the Moon standing there...
completely drenched...
"Can i stay here for tonight", she asked.
"Sure", i answered with a smile,
the beam of which was lost in the shine,
which She brought into my room...
"Here! dry yourself first and have some coffee", i offered.
"Thanks", the moon said, grabbing the towel,
and wiping her full bloomed face,
which was tantalizingly trancing...
even with the dark blotches...
Sitting in the room next to each other,
and sipping hot coffee, and on some music...
we exchanged few pleasantries...
Didnt notice how time flew by and when,
but sleep didnt flit in my eyes even for a moment...
as we kept on talking, All night long...
about each other, about our worlds,
the worlds in which we live,
and the worlds which live in our imaginations...
knowing each other, like old friends who meet after many years...
knowing that we perhaps have known each other before..
Me & My Esteemed Guest.
At some time during the wee hours,
the rain took leave of the night,
and so did its music, giving way for solemn silence...
and we heard the door knock again...
i opened the door...to see the Sun standing there..
The Sun walked in and said to the Moon,
"Vacate this room! It is my turn now".
Thanking me for the hospitality, the moon took my leave,
promising me that she would visit again, soon...
Since then, the sun has been a daily visitor,
and so has been the night, with its robe of darkness..
but not the rain and the moon...
who have been eluding with their music...
forgetting the promises made...
Every night, like a Shy Bride ,
the moon plays only hide & seek,
behind the veils of clouds and darkness,
but never blossoms in full, in the garden of sky...
The dark blotches on my glowing-towel,
the beaming cup which the moon kissed..
my lonesome room where the silence is still dangling...
all await for the beautiful moon...just like me...
and I dont know when she would keep up her promise.
Perhaps another fortnight...
when rain came with its pattering feet,
someone knocked my door...
When i opened the door,
i found the Moon standing there...
completely drenched...
"Can i stay here for tonight", she asked.
"Sure", i answered with a smile,
the beam of which was lost in the shine,
which She brought into my room...
"Here! dry yourself first and have some coffee", i offered.
"Thanks", the moon said, grabbing the towel,
and wiping her full bloomed face,
which was tantalizingly trancing...
even with the dark blotches...
Sitting in the room next to each other,
and sipping hot coffee, and on some music...
we exchanged few pleasantries...
Didnt notice how time flew by and when,
but sleep didnt flit in my eyes even for a moment...
as we kept on talking, All night long...
about each other, about our worlds,
the worlds in which we live,
and the worlds which live in our imaginations...
knowing each other, like old friends who meet after many years...
knowing that we perhaps have known each other before..
Me & My Esteemed Guest.
At some time during the wee hours,
the rain took leave of the night,
and so did its music, giving way for solemn silence...
and we heard the door knock again...
i opened the door...to see the Sun standing there..
The Sun walked in and said to the Moon,
"Vacate this room! It is my turn now".
Thanking me for the hospitality, the moon took my leave,
promising me that she would visit again, soon...
Since then, the sun has been a daily visitor,
and so has been the night, with its robe of darkness..
but not the rain and the moon...
who have been eluding with their music...
forgetting the promises made...
Every night, like a Shy Bride ,
the moon plays only hide & seek,
behind the veils of clouds and darkness,
but never blossoms in full, in the garden of sky...
The dark blotches on my glowing-towel,
the beaming cup which the moon kissed..
my lonesome room where the silence is still dangling...
all await for the beautiful moon...just like me...
and I dont know when she would keep up her promise.
Perhaps another fortnight...
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