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