Of Moonlight and Rain
Of Moonlight & Rain
On a lonely night, amidst the whispers of the sea,
How it glistens through the threaded kite in the sky,
The warm coldness it brings, with its indifference,
The grace with which it moves through our eyes,
Leaving starry angelic dust behind, across the dark night,
The madness it seeds in our minds, keeping men scared for eons,
Of the darkness in which it thrives,
Like her,
The hardened metal she has for a heart,
That shines of false warmth,
I like her,
For she makes me think of moonlight;
One should think of rain,
The tunes it makes, with haste and vigor,
Without rhymes or beats,
The rush with which it makes the ground sweat,
Making it softer, more vulnerable to lose its stand,
And dance along with the rain's flow,
Enabling life to enter the barren cracks of the Earth,
Can anyone guess if it blossoms into a bright flower,
Or grow into a toxic weed?
I hate her,
For she makes my heart go crazy like rain,
Every time she appears,
Just to startle my senses,
And tease my defenses with that little smile,
Is this the insanity I was warned about,
That love possesses?;
Though one rarely sees moonlight and rain in unison,
It's not a sin to like the dark side of the moon,
And to spend a few seconds of the night,
Dreaming of rain in summer,
Or even for a fleeting moment,
us together...?
- Arun Krishna G
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