Written by Swetha Narayanan
Why do we indulge in an intense tug of war?
Has our passion and love turned whisky sour?
Why is it – one step forward, two steps back?
Is it that our love mystery is too hard to crack?
I sit by my window – star gazing, as I wonder,
If the moon, the sun and the stars over yonder,
Encountered this profound perplexity too!
I wonder if they fumbled to etch their love tale,
If the moon, envious of star’s shimmer went pale;
But beyond the pallor of the silvery moon,
I watch a harmony creating a mystical high;
A fusion of the nature’s puppets – floating,
Surmising us to shove aside the foreboding;
To concede and evolve like a moon’s phase,
To love ardently, with ecstacy and grace!
