Deafened and dumped by the world,
Mind brimming with memories of the past—
The love stories immortalized and eulogized
With pen and pencil on paper,
Misty-eyed, keeping wine and wife aside,
I came face to face with the ocean’s sprays,
Wild sometimes and yet,
Mild most of the time.
I looked at the waxing and waning of the moon
While the seeds of a timeless past
Were joyously sprouting
After the first rains of Summer.
What a mesmerizing image—
The raw beauty of the moon
Floating on the waves,voluptuous, luscious,
Visible and tangible,
Enthralling me by its hypnotic glow.
O moon, come with me,
Come with me for a walk……..
My call created a whirlpool of emotions in the sea,
While the moon, with the wistful curves of her soul
Created an exuberant ecstasy deep within me
While I bathed in moonbeams.
Can this emotion be contained?
I touched the moon,
Drew her close to my heart
And kissed her
Making a few tattoos on her neck.
I saw her melting like honey,
From physical to metaphysical,
From real to surreal,
Submerging me with content ineffable.
The wind teased her
And the twinkling stars winked at me,
While a spicy buzz hovered around us,
A melange sometimes,
An interplay at other times,
Of rouge, turquoise et violette,
Creating hues of emotions,
A plethora of desires
With the merging of man and moon.
Pramila Khadun
Mesmerising, calming, soothing, relaxing and a fantastic penning
Thanks dear Shamsher for this kind and loving comment.
Pramila Khudan.,…….its beyond words as appreciation……you could bring that feel alive in readers mind through this poem……..thats the beautify of it….Oh Moon…you woo all alike..and poets are often your secret lover..:-)
Thanks a lot dear Maya for this beautiful comment, my heart softened while reading and feeling it.
The moon poem mesmerises.. Loved it.
Thanks dear Vineetha for this great comment.It touches my heart.