As the dust settles
And Time creeps by
On tiptoes
I discover that the full moon
Is waning gently.
Changing from a whole
To a half and then
A crescent.
Just like your love
Which too wanes.
But then was your love
Full like the moon
Or was it my impression
That it was one
Shining orb?
Then maybe I wasn’t aware
Of the dunes,
Of the seas
Which spotted its
Shining face.
I was lost in the
Silver haze.
But now as it dims
And grows dark
I know this metamorphosis
Is not forever.
For tomorrow my moon
Will grow back
Bit, by little bit,
Till it waxes in
Supernatant glory.
And day or night,
Sun or rain
My moon will be there for me
Driving my lunacy!
Vineetha Mekkoth
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