Under the weeping moon !!

The moon,the silent water and the girl born in a brothel.....

I always come here
talk to the moon
I cry under the weeping moon
wipe tears With my frozen hands
clouds gather across the moon
blazing the white light
I smile,I dance
gazing unto the moon
please, take me there
some times darkness gulps
I become impatient
I've so much to tell
who will listen to me?
who will understand my pain?
who will show the way?
I know,the moon too awaits the night
awaits the day
for a glimpse of mine
he knows I've no one
In my own ashes
I am standing without a soul
May be someone is waiting
to ride on me
to drag my wound deeper
to scratch the walls of
my naked soul with his lusty claws.
I always pray,hope its just a dream,
hope everything turns out non existent!!



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