The Moon

The plea

are you listening?
am i not talking to you?

you are the inanimate
i don't bother..

you are the mystery,
could I unfold?

you are the silence,
i promise, i won't break

you are the disturbed
could I set it right?

you are the fragrance
i need only a whiff..

you are the lonely,
i fear you may move apart..

you are the noun,
could i be an adjective?

you are the complicated,
could i keep up?

you are the decision,
i won't argue..

you might hurt me,
i am ready to bear..

you are the fragile,
i will be the numb..

you might not answer,
i will ask you again

are you listening?
am i not talking to you?

Monsoon is back..
It is that special feeling of looking through the window,
staring at particularly nothing,watching the rain drops
splatter and loosing myself in that rhythm which makes
the Monsoon intimate to me..

Time is irrevocable and the pages of history once written
will be there forever. It's time to stop this restrain and
think something new..