My love for Moon is eternal and it has grown by the years. But this was no ordinary I must say before someone generalize this with the proof that a lot of writers and poets have fallen in love with Moon and it’s beauty.
As I could see my self there with the moon and I can tell you I have been always there. I, the ashen glow has always fallen in love with my Crescent Moon, all alone in the dark sky. I hated any star twinkiling even a bit near. This might seem little weird but that was something I got to know how the feeling of insecurity could be spoken about.
My biological clock has been in sync with this phenomenon of nature. Every Crescent evening, on way back to home after office hours, I would spend hours talking, admiring our togetherness and eternity. The crescent knew more about me than anyone else on this universe. I would never have to bargain my thoughts or emotions and share the luminescence to enlighten myself out of dark.
I don’t know if the busy schedule of my life escaped the transition phases or was it that I chose not to acknowledge those and drench myself only on that Crescent Night.
However, this logical brain never leaves one at their mercy. It happens to counter with what is established notion or belief among people. So, certainly I knew, there was a quest going on within to be pure, perfect and complete. The Moon used to achieve it with all its might running every night away from the ashen glow. The ashen glow was no less in expressing the love for the Crescent and it’s existence. It would fight out all odds and cherish the togetherness. I celebrated the moment with all I could, let alone the logics.
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