गली में आज चांद निकला 🌙

Well, not आज....but a couple of days back when the moon shone bright in the night sky, I couldn't help but attempt to capture its glory. But unsuccessfully though.

The moon has always always fascinated me...for its waxing and waning remind me that like us humans, she too, goes through her phases of light and dark, of glory and gloom. But staying true to her own self, she rises again from the dark, like a phoenix. 

The pictures below are from the same night and what stayed with me was, how depending on where I clicked the moon from, her mood felt so different. 

Perhaps its perspective... it's from where you are looking at the sky from, that makes all the difference, like with life...

The city-moon, a lone witness

Happily hidden, but for its shine that can't be hidden


Trapped...
Reminded me of Khalil Gibran's line, “We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.”

And here's a poem I wrote on the moon🌙 

But tell me then...

Over 4 billion years of night after night, 
Like a glorious companion to human kind, 
Waxing and waning, you stayed, 
Like a promise made, for a lifetime.

An eternal muse, a dream, a charm...

Dear moon, 
But tell me then, does it get lonely out there?
Do your scars hurt? Do you tear up at times?...
Do the constellations talk to you? 
The saptarishis, the great bear and the centaur?

But tell me then,
When the night gets dark and heavy with melancholy, 
And everything living is suspended in dreams, 
Do you love the depths of solitude? 
Or crave for the dawn to break and the birds to sing?

4 billion years of night after night...
Tell me then, does it get lonely out there? 
Or do you love the depths of solitude?...

Amrita ~