a little romance with life

How does the crescent moon feel on a dark day Trying to light up the world, trying to float above the vastness Does she sometimes wait to feel full again, to feel like herself again Not knowing that she has been complete all along? Does she know that even on her weakest day, she means so much to the world? How does the moon feel on the strange day When the Scientist comes and tells her that she is 384,400 kms away from the earth And that all the people she loves, can’t probably even come to meet her Does she feel alone in the sky? Not knowing that Lovers look up to her every night, And that Poets have loved her beyond distance, have craved for just her sight. And how will you feel when you realize That you’ve been cheating yourself all this time Telling yourself that you are weak, that it isn’t yet the time to shine But maybe like the moon you are beautiful and bright and that behind the happenings that change you every week is a person like the mo...

It was a different test I was giving, the kind that would tell me the kind of person I am But it didn’t ask me the questions I expected, instead it asked me What my pulse was like So I placed my hand on my neck, and closed my eyes to feel its sound And I remembered how long it had been since I realized that my heart was beating Every day, every hour, every minute Even when it was broken, even when it felt too full, even if it was so tired that it could have just given up Months have passed since I saw my shadow following me, giving me company when I couldn’t bear to be alone My footsteps, oh they’ve given me sounds, like music in the background, so beautiful but tuned out And after months I notice how my hands dance as I write this, how my finger jump, how my arms move And I never saw the expressions change on my face from delight to wonder to seriousness. Some days, I feel too lonely, too tired, too alone, too broken, too sleepy But I like to think of it as...