Where did the moon go
Maybe hidden by the clouds
Now I'm left waiting

Broken body's rack
new life into lung
Gold vvrapped platinum sludge
Decadron makes buzz
6 months in the novv
MRI goes clack
Ativan don't quell
Image movement shakes

I catch myself from time to time
Not thinking about how bad you hurt me
But how well he treats me
And I think it's a pretty great improvement
From howling your name at 4am
Trying to not wake my roommates.

I am sorry,
I am sorry that this is what my culture does,
And the world has the audacity to call it honor,
God gave honor I thought,
But it seems that only honor people see is in the eyes of others,
What religion do you study I ask,
Is it truly submission or is it some *******,
How have societies throughout the world not advanced beyond this?

The roof is collapsing,
caving in on every promise,
breaking down to show what's real.
The walls are condensing,
concaving in unspoken words,
building up on what's been broken.
Structure built on false foundation,
only creates faulty condition.

This is it, isn't it?
The moment we patch up our wings in preparation for flight.
We'll be getting somewhere soon and I know this, I feel it.
The day we will finally feel free with wind against our skin,
with room to breathe and our life to live.
Things are going to change, our future is finally going to happen.
This is it, isn't it?
That portion in life when we get to make our own decisions,
when we can get it all together and have the time for our revision.
We're making it happen, we're going to make it.
The day we can expand our lungs and exhale with ease,
where we can soar through skies and break through barriers.
This is it, This is it.
The moment in our life when we get to make it ours.

Standing on my balcony
I am gazing at the skies
The stars wink at me
But the bright moon fills my eyes

A mellifluous zephyr
Glides over my face
It brings a distant voice
That whispers you’re in a near by place

I wonder how the murky clouds
Try to shut off the cosmic lights
I want the southern winds to blow
And bring you back to sight

Cuz darling, tonight is the night
You fill my space before it’s late
The moon is the closest tonight
Since nineteen forty eight

-Pranav Hegde

You’re made out of stardust
And little pieces of time
Strung together
Forever and infinite.