As I gently calms my heart to sleep,
it murmurs your presence deep.
Drifting through echoes soft and slow,
Like a melody that lulled me to sleep long ago.

Bound to a rhythm it once knew well,
Now each night turns restless hell.
Oh, silly heart, you're not a child,
To seek a presence so warm and mild.

Wandering mind, let the past fade,
Stop chasing echoes against your will.
Before dawn comes with its light,
Close your eyes, surrender to night.

-

When I look deeper,
I realize, I do not gaze at the moon each night,
Nor do I always listen to its whispered tales.

Perhaps it called for me on restless nights,
Yet I lay untouched in the depths of sleep.
Perhaps it watched as I rushed at noon,
Yet I never turned to meet its silent glow.

Only when words failed to hold my storm,
Did I seek its quiet embrace.
Only then did I adore the silver orb,
And marvel at the beauty of its changing face.

Yet, can I call myself a selenophile,
When I do not adore it every night?
Or does love still linger in fleeting glances,
In the moments my soul finds solace in its light?

-

Dear love,

Search not for words
to express your thoughts.
Wordlessness isn't new to you.
Keep flipping the empty pages
of your diaries.
Converse with your reflection
in darkness.
Forgot those truths,
you have been holding for years.
Kiss every star that light
promises and new dreams.
Stay quiet with this night,
as your soul sings peace.
Admire your moon without pen.
Embrace your silence!

-

Hearts, never meant to connect,
he said one night,
Looking at the eyes.

When I rushed to name the relation,
not every curious emotion should have a name, he declared.

Am i a sinner, who now hold memories of
unaccurate promises ?

-

I wish the moon found me,
when I hid under clouds.

Like the stars in noon sky,
I did appear.

When January's mountains and seas,
called for a song to utter peace,
I urged to memorize the lyric.

Do I have to mend the phase
or memorize the miracle ?

-

Darling,
I know, you once had dreams.
Now you wish for a sleep.

Its okay to be the moon,
when your heart holds many phases.

Rush not your soul
to run after the clock,
when your body has
different weather inside you.

-

Dear Stranger Within,

Enough of keeping sun
and moon as the muse,

Glide every wound
that never bleeds,

Kiss your bruise
that heals without words.

-

From writing two chapters
to two liners.

Writer, rents every person
accordingly.

-

So what if you're awake all night ?
Hold yourself !

Though this night sky tempts to unfold,
whispher not your tales.

The wind thats breezy at night
blazes during day.

-

From hiding from dark
and listening tales of wind,
to taking early sleep
I cross many moons to paint my soul.

On a way to work, while waiting
at signal for eight mins,
when a closed door knocks,
from inside couldn't find
an option to ignore.

Its always a fine line, I admit.
I thought I found a new half of me.

However, I am wrong.
I am still finding the same version
of me, vibing differently.

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