So, do it. Decide.
                Is this the life
                you want to live?
                Is this the person
                you want to love?
                Is this the best you can be?
                Can you be stronger?
                Kinder? More Compassionate?
                Decide
                Breathe in.
                Breathe out
                and decide.

Isn’t the moon dark too,
most of the time?

And doesn’t the white page
seem unfinished

without the dark stain
of alphabets?

When God demanded light,
he didn’t banish darkness.

Instead he invented
ebony and crows

and that small mole
on your left cheekbone.

Or did you mean to ask
“Why are you sad so often?”

Ask the moon
Ask what is has witnessed.

There was a time I told you,
            of all that ached inside;
            the things I held so sacred,
            to all the world I’d hide.

But they became your weapon,
             and slowly I’ve learnt,
             and the less that is said the better,
             the lesser I’ll be hurt.

Of all you’ve used against me,
             the worse has been my words.

There are things I’ll never tell you,
            and it is sad to think it so;
            the more you come to know me-
            the lesser you will know.