Last night while the breeze touched my face and moonlight was bright, Last night when I accidently woke up to the soft light on my face, I suddenly remembered that as a little girl I always wanted to stare at the moon and sleep, I suddenly remembered how the breeze, the rain, the moon, and the waving leaves made me happy.
Last night while I let my mind wander and skim through the varied memories made, Last night while I sang a song in the head, I felt like a free soul gliding through thoughts. I suddenly realized how often we forget to be grateful, I suddenly realized how things and feelings change in matter of no time.
Last night while I silently looked at the moon through the window like a baby, Last night while I smiled at myself and my life behind, I suddenly knew that the path ahead is going to be glorious like the moon today. I suddenly knew that there is somebody watching and making life magical for you and me.
Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.
It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing