Writing my feelings
Writing to you  
The moon  
I consider you
If  you hear me
Don't fear me

spring's color palette
paints a resplendent canvas
of floral glories

I will stop
saying your name
as if it is a goodbye
as long as you don’t stop
chasing after my fingers
when I am about to leave

Travel alone in a moonless night is a bliss, for the stars lightened my journey.
Without the sun and the moon is easy, for not even a shadow could bother me.  
No noises, no judging eyes, no condemnation, just a mesmerising quietness.