Note to the Moon

The winds devoid
of serenity, since
only silence
fills the corners
of the room and
the rows of
snow-capped mountains;
quite transparent
as the darkness
deftly, smudges
into them.

While a kid
blankly stares outside
a moving car
to seek for your
hanging body to
race along, the
flowers sincerely wait
about, to get
dusted by your
yellow-tinted light.

And meanwhile all
lugubrious faces on the
globe keep looking
up, high in the
sky with the hope,
for your silvery
pearl-white
flash of smile, to
blithely wipe away
their gloom

I want nothing, but
just for my words to reach
out to you, to
illuminate your face, to
lull you to sleep
because even you
can’t be okay all
the time and just like us,
can have a rather
more tough time in
disguising it sometime.