When she had looked at the new Moon, it had seemed promising of an equally beautiful other face
As the full Moon approaches
her disappointment increases.
Having to choose with only the new Moon in sight does not seem anything like a gamble anymore
The more she plays it, the more predictable it gets
It always ends the same way.
Sometimes the Moon gets uglier some times she
No matter who loses face, it is always the night that is disfigured.
It is always the moments that are lived only half.
The other half is only a promised dream.
She lives half lives all her life
Throws away her only chance to fulfillment to sulking
How she wishes for two separate worlds for the two kinds of people
People who make their own world of dreams, and people made by dreams of the world around them.
She sees the former losing out to the latter.
She meets people of the former world but as the moon waxes
She loses them to the vacuum in the people of other world.
She regrets seeing each one succumbing faster than the earlier one
Heart speaks a lot that can be conveyed by only a silence
Awaiting a gift of acknowledged silence.
A sigh acknowledging the "what could have been".
A silence strengthening the belief in the beauty of the "what could have been".
To God:- If one life is what she gets, she could have been better off with a little more patience, a little more space for her world. Could have ended up with a lot less "what could have been"s.
As the full Moon approaches
her disappointment increases.
Having to choose with only the new Moon in sight does not seem anything like a gamble anymore
The more she plays it, the more predictable it gets
It always ends the same way.
Sometimes the Moon gets uglier some times she
No matter who loses face, it is always the night that is disfigured.
It is always the moments that are lived only half.
The other half is only a promised dream.
She lives half lives all her life
Throws away her only chance to fulfillment to sulking
How she wishes for two separate worlds for the two kinds of people
People who make their own world of dreams, and people made by dreams of the world around them.
She sees the former losing out to the latter.
She meets people of the former world but as the moon waxes
She loses them to the vacuum in the people of other world.
She regrets seeing each one succumbing faster than the earlier one
Heart speaks a lot that can be conveyed by only a silence
Awaiting a gift of acknowledged silence.
A sigh acknowledging the "what could have been".
A silence strengthening the belief in the beauty of the "what could have been".
To God:- If one life is what she gets, she could have been better off with a little more patience, a little more space for her world. Could have ended up with a lot less "what could have been"s.
1 comment:
Let her flow..by just being..and see the magic of life taking her to wonderful places...
I loved the lines..
"How she wishes for two separate worlds for the two kinds of people
People who make their own world of dreams, and people made by dreams of the world around them."
Aren't there truly two different worlds...
Being in the flow and letting life unfold itself every day without an y judgments or expectations, makes one reach the world of one's dreams..and one meets angels on the way, touching, guiding and giving messages received from God.. She will reach...
There is other side of "what could have beens" too... She can Thank God for that..and enjoy what IS..
RS
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