Scribbled Thoughts

The Moon

They said that there's a hare on the moon.
I was curious as a kid.
I was waiting till the moon comes, to see the hare.
But, couldn't see one. Never!

Am I foolish?
I asked myself.
Never got an answer though.

They say that the moon is an epitome for love.
I was curious as a youth.
I was waiting till the moon comes, the see the romance in that.
But, couldn't find any.

They say that the moon is an embodiment for good deeds.
Though it will be in the old age.
Will I be able to see even that?
I don't know.
Maybe I will.
Maybe I won't.

But today, in my youth,
I saw you there.
I saw you on the moon.
Gazing at me with blushing cheeks.
The cheeks I always long for.

I saw you there with shining eyes.
The eyes I always long for.
I saw your hands stretching towards me- hugging me.

I saw your lips whisper,
Come to me, love!
I could hear your thick voice- the voice I always long for.

Is this romance?
Romance on the moon,
Which they say about?
No.

No!

This isn't what they're talking about.
This is beyond their thinking.
How could they know my love?
Someone else's love?

This is my love.
My moon.
My epitome for you.

Just for you!

Now, I know.
I wasn't foolish as a kid.
Wasn't foolish for not seeing the hare!
But saw a beautiful, soft light back then.
A light which was calling me.
A light which was smiling with me.

Was it you back then too?
Maybe yes.
Maybe no.

But this thing, I know for sure.
That its you on the moon.
Smiling at me, gazing at me, longing for me, calling me!

Moon,
The most pure epitome for romance.
The most beautiful paragon for romance.
But, it won't be beautiful without you.

You made it beautiful.
You made it pure.
You made it loving.
You are my moon!

You're my moon,
That I can loose sleeping for.
You're my moon,
That I never get tired of talking to.
You're my moon,
That shines every second, in both day and night.

You're my moon,
That makes the moon filled with romance!