Thursday, July 17, 2008

A post card to the full moon

Brimming and bright,
on a mid-summer night,
You take me to a paradise,
Oh Full Moon of the Guru.

I stroll on my terrace,
and bathe in your grace,
and keep moving my head,
to look at you in bed.

You steal my sleep,
you attention seeker,
You pull the strings
that flutter my wings.

I am sure you are mine
in a parallel universe,
O, reflector of light,
O, dispeller of darkness.

Where you are not light,
and neither am I dark,
an abode of utter grey,
where the seeker is the sought.

1 comment:

neha vish said...

A postcard to the moon - what a lovely thought..