You've learnt to love the moon, as I've reached for our skies.
We've shared so much as rose—then to descend the skies.
Whether it was the shining violet night or the everlasting blue sky—it was you whom stayed in my side.

In the burning days of May, with your lilies in a valley that only bloom in shade. I'll look forward for its moment to bloom—a gardener to his loving natured moon.

Day or night—it didn't matter with you. I'll rise to the skies with your hand in mine. Seeing our valley of which our time lied.

Foggy or clear—hold your hand closer to mine. I'll lead our way through our thundery skies. Seeing your worried smile, I'll shine bright for the meanwhile.

Although, it isn't a question of time, but who will fall first from our summer skies.

Under the moon, and under the stars
I found your eyes like glowing moons
They healed my scars.

Gazed in your eyes, felt a gentle touch
Whispered your name, and it meant so much.
Held your hand for the first time,
And in that moment I knew you were mine.

I think it's time to share my heart,
To let you in, and never depart.
Our names are written upon the stars,
Together forever, no distance too far.

I found peace in your violence
And in your chaos I found silence.

If she were a celestial,
And I among constellations -
Then she would be the sun,
And I the moon.
Then I would be a star,
And her a heavenly angel.
Then I would beam brightly
At the mere presence of her.
Whenever needed,
Never receded
Neither eclipsed,
The light shone would be ours together
No matter the luminous object.
From the pledge of our marriage
There is a beauty so rapturous
In a love bathed to our family,
Fellow friends & strangers
To whom too are showered
In light of our joy & happiness.

In that golden hour
when memories fall
like photographs from
some upturned valise ,
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Covered in esoteric symbols
like the record of some
bizarre travelogue through
magic , time and space .
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Faces shimmer in the
cool night air .
Those ghostly lanterns
then disappear in a
mist ,
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While forty-two saints read their lives .
The Knave , a Sleeping Princess
and the King of Hearts ,
all gone now and
dust stops their mouths .
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But in another century
blazing with the fire of
a thousand suns ,
then giants walked the earth
and made all time their own .
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Though now , as I sit here
in this solitary room
marked by time's passage
and the romance of decay ,
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They seem to live still ,
more vibrant and bejewelled
than the phantoms of daylight
and their prisons of the mind .
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In dreams they speak to me
in foreign tongues
and in curious manner , like angels
they confound my understanding .
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In daytime they leave messages
and strange symbols ,
in numbers and
words that are not there .
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The Moon is shining bright .
Their voices sing in the wind .
Everything is just a story
and all of it is real .

The moon comes to me,
at once with melancholy.
Like old friends.

In the flower fields, the breeze blows,
Setting the rhythm for a song that glows.

Even a flower that forbids company will rest upon the earth.
Just one glance from you,
Just one word from you,
What is a sky without clouds adieu?