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Discrete Moonlight

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moonlove

 

Have you seen the blackboard in the sky?

With all the stars asking the moon, why,

is it that we don’t get everything we want?

Why is it,

that ending with everything is not a possibility?

A black mole on the chin of a beautiful lady is a sight.

Just like the star nearest to the moon, adds to a night’s delight.

 

But nobody understands the sun’s plight.

Not even a star to have company with.

All alone and all powerful.

 

But the luckiest are the stars,

atleast they have somebody in their hearts.

Even if they would never get her,

they will still be moon’s lover.

 

On the other side,

What about the moon?

She is gorgeous. She is beautiful & she stands tall.

But after the rise, obvious is the fall.

Who says moon is right?

& nobody said that she is wrong.

But she could have sung the song,

atleast with the star, that came along.

But to come along, close should have been their hearts,

And known is the fact, that they were far apart.

 

One of my earlier poems can be read at I am still waiting for you.

 

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Written by Dev

February 3, 2009 at 1:09 pm

Posted in Experiences, Feelings

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  1. wat r u mate… star or sun??

    Gaurav

    February 4, 2009 at 2:32 pm

  2. Lets say, I am the night… 😉

    Dev

    February 4, 2009 at 4:33 pm

  3. hey… r u gonna propose the moon???
    try it on a girl… u can get lucky!!!!

    shubhang

    February 5, 2009 at 11:21 am

  4. I can actually see real life people as sun, moon, and stars, and that is what makes this poem tick!
    The poem made me think about this:

    The first day the moon opened her eyes
    She walked up to a mirror to realize
    She’s the prettiest thing in the sky

    All stars that adorned the dark night
    She taunted coz they were not as bright
    Blisfully unaware of the coming fortnight

    Meteors, comets, and asteroids came
    Asked for her love but she refrained
    Her eyes were set on the sun’s fame

    So came the night when she became void
    Stars looked bright, as if on steroid
    She was deserted by even the asteroid

    Things with sun did not work out her way
    She was left with one option, to her dismay
    To Revolve around the lousy earth everyday

    Nitesh

    February 15, 2009 at 11:33 pm

  5. you seem to be quite good at empathizing with isolated hearts!!

    getz

    March 3, 2009 at 3:11 pm


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