All alone
From my curtain slit I spy
And notice how the moon
bewitches the night sky
And under his beauty
No creature is spared
In his captivity
Even the finest are caught unprepared
On its ribbon like shine
Dance creatures of the Unknown
And with his nose up in the Air
The planetoid believes the night is his own
The magic of his light
Could be a boon or a bane
It could bring unspeakable burdens
Or call out for Champagne
On nights crystal clear
Writers write million dollar books
After searching for ideas
In every corner and nook
So it's natural that
Those awake to steal from moon's beauty
Are smarter than the ones
Who catch the worm early
But despite being waken
For hours at a stretch
I'm not quite the one
Success would go out to fetch
Unknown thoughts
Keep me awake for long
Even though the peculiar night world
Doesn't feel like somewhere I'd belong
The ghosts of my past
Rise to faculty
And take shelter in
My feelings of agony
Some nights are spent
Reminiscing the past
Making me feel
A little forsaken or aghast
But whenever I feel lonely
In a world full of humanity
I stare up at my ceiling
Searching for lost sanity
Subsequently, the moon,
Catches my eye
All of a sudden
My tears go dry
Then I'm not lonely, it's true
Because someone, somewhere
Is lost in its gaze too...
-Shruti
YOU ARE READING
In the light of the moon..
PoetryThis is just a random poem about the million nights I've spent looking out my window. These boundless nights have brought strange and distant thoughts to me that have now taken shelter in my mind.
