Enchanted

From under the blanket of burgeoning stars,

The enticing moon saunters briskly..

Casting trails of the silver gleam,

Granting the frailest fragile a life.

The moon’s hankering..

Elicited by the freckles of darkness,

Thereby, croons a melancholy of its own..

“So close to reach that famous happy ending,

So close and still so far…”

The melody weeps deeper, when the moon..

Bumps against The Power that shines brighter,

A halo enveloped with The Love envisaged..

Just another dreamy instance or a dreamt reality?

The moon yearns the last but sentimental glance,

As the Power hovers and embraces the lull..

In the arms of its Love, snuggles the moon..

Henceforth gets purified of its jinx,

And drop by drop brims over the fortitude!!

BROKEN PIECES

Swaying in its absolute completeness,

The hallmark of distinct and carefree beauty.

Eyes stunned and senses bewildered,

At the glance of its momentary eternal shine,

Carved out into a phenomenon.

A gush of gruesome wind bangs in,

Leaving the frail cards of immortality at stake,

None of its fault drives the grief,

But the lone indispensable Power of Fate.

Leaning against the innocent pillar,

The weakling topples into the terrible ditch of darkness,

Transgressing into the vague nothingness.

LESSON: Even eternity doesn’t last forever.