Moon's Muddle

The moon is shining and its rays appear radiant. It seems that something has made her anew again. The sharp slicing of her from the top suggests how sometimes we are cut off from the most beautiful things that could have happened. However hard she smiles in the company of some stars who have been wonderful companions so far, it's always the dark part, her tales of bygone, she misses. Always wondering, how beautiful her complete self would have been..

Who was at fault? Her? The time? Or Him? Nobody knows. Nobody could ever know.

The winds blow the same way they did when she was having her spring...or she thought so it was her spring. She must have forgotten about the distance. The wind can't carry the chills and freshness to her. She was far, too far and barren. Now, she wonders what made her proud? 

She was lost. She still is. But, she makes an effort to still smile. A broken moon would have broken many hearts, she knows. So, she tapes her on the outside but the oozing fluids of her Heart sometimes no longer remains contained. It once got seen and people were startled by knowing that. She was careful after that. Hid herself away from all for atleast one day every month. After all, she too had feelings that got overboard. 

She had tried to run away but something away kept pulling her back. She is stuck. Can't move away from this grip of sufferings. She peeps in though the windows or the magical leaves of trees or searches beneath the water surfaces the key to end her grief. Will she be successful? Will she stop trying? Will she find a way to be away ? Nobody knows.Not even her.And so, she smiles radiantly till an asteroid strikes her or her insensitive, irrational muddle...

- Rashmirekha (17.02.17)