Suddenly I get this feeling,
My mind draws a blank,
My hands are slightly shaking,
My heart begins to race.
I feel like I'm losing control,
I'm nervous inside and out,
I have an unexplainable feeling,
I wish I could figure this out.
These butterflies inside of me,
Keep fluttering all throughout,
I thought they were gone for good,
I didn't know they could come out???
Before going on, participation in itself is very important. Without participation, there is no challenge at all. Thank you for making the contest a success!
Starting with the Reader’s Choice Award…
Many of you voted and the result of this award was very tight. In one category, there was a winner by just a single vote and the other category saw a tie for the win. We are pleased to announce Sandeep with 3 votes as the winner for prose while the accolades for poetry are shared by Shruti and Vinay with 2 votes each. They get these badges:
Before going on to the result, let me say something about the judges. Yes we had two of them because we got two entries in Hindi. As much joy as sadness, because the judge for Hindi chooses to stay behind curtains and not come out. We respect her decision. The judge for English was Amias, a prolific writer in both prose and poetry. She has written two books, Mind Locks and Liquid Plastic, and is the owner of the meme blog Acrostic Only as well. We thank both these judges for their time, and for helping us to decide the winners among so many wonderful works.
Let’s start with prose. We got ten impressive entries from the prose category and unfortunately we can have only one winner. We’ll get to who won it in a while. As in competition results, we start with the second runner up. The third place in prose goes to……….
Tan for “The Last Flood”
Judge’s Comment: This is a good story, but the sentence structure needs some work. The author allowed the photo to inspire, so the story does stand on its own. I loved the ending. The little girl was very protective of her grandmother. She didn’t lie to her, but she didn’t tell the truth either. Her answer to her grandmother can be categorized as a paradox. This story has lots of potentials. The story was true to the title.
Marks Awarded: 80/100
The first runner up… The second place in prose goes to………
Aarthi for “Glory In The Making”
Judge’s Comment: I like this story, and yes, it could use a little work too. But overall it is good. I like the title too. The story held its own without me looking at the photo, and the hope of little “Kirti” is in keeping with all children that have been abused by someone they trusted. I especially love the magical meeting of the little girl with the old woman, as I have had experiences like this before and it made sense to me. This was a very good read.
Marks Awarded: 95/100
The winner… The first place in prose goes to………
Any guesses???!!!
Yeah, you’re right!
Claiming his second award after Reader’s Choice, Sandeep wins!! “Kinginni – The Anklet”
Judge’s Comment: This was wonderful read. Need very little tweaking. Not only did I enjoy the story, it flowed, stayed true to the title, and stood along without the photo. Like I said, it needs a little work, but not much. Bravo to the author!
Marks Awarded: 100/100
Next, we go for the award for Hindi. We had 2 entries in Hindi, and the winner is Riya! “Kaun Hai Jo Mere Sapnon Mein Aata Hai”
She was awarded 75 marks by our judge.
Moving on, the final category of judging… writing poetry in English is no easy task. Still we had 9 poems entered in our contest. The judge went through every detail of the poems and decided the top three. The second runner up… The third place in poetry goes to
Shraddha for “Memories of a Romance”
Judge’s Comment: I get anger when a poem has so much damn potential and the poet doesn’t take the time to revisit it. Unnecessary words distracts from the poem. No, in the beginning it did not stand on it’s on, but the second stanza was ok. I wish this poet had used another word to replace “shimmering”, because the moon does not flicker. It does not twinkle, a star does that. The moon glows, it beams, but it does not shimmer.
Marks awarded: 65/100
The first runner up… The second place goes to
Freelancer for “When You Are Gone”
Judge’s Comment: I like this poem; it stands on its own without the photo, and it flows well. I like how the author formatted it, also the opening stanza caught my attention, especially with the rhyming. However, in the last stanza, on the first line, the word should have been “lights”, as the author is speaking in present tense.
Marks awarded: 95/100
And… The winner of English Poetry…
Princess Sonshu for “Take Me To You”
Judge’s Comment: This poem flows well and it stands on its own without the photo. I can feel the emotion here – that aching to be with the one you love --- the loneliness; hope.
Marks Awarded: 100/100
It was Simon and Garfunkel again. It had been ages since the strains had scented the air. But the pain was the same. It was almost evening. The lights were going out and the mayfly was lying in a corner huffing. Its life of one day was coming to an end. It remembered how people had told it that it should not have come out. It should have stayed in the protected cocoon. But it knew it had wings and had wanted to try them out. They had said that it was not a butterfly. Why hadn’t it listened? It had wanted to atleast know what flying meant. So it flew the moment it came out of the cocoon. It flew all afternoon, glowing in the heat of the warm sun. It made love to the wind. It felt glorious. It felt that it was probably worth it despite all the pain. For a while it forgot that it had only one day. That was its mistake. Now it was lying there gulping in some last breaths of air.
She saw the dying mayfly. The last bit of the song was playing.
I am a rock
I am an island
For a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries.
She wondered why the mayfly couldn’t have been a rock or an island. Why did it have to be this little vulnerable thing with dreams of flying? The rock and the island are tied to their places, yes, but then they don’t know what it is to move so they will never miss it. But the poor mayfly, now lying there dying. Why have wings if you were to die fallen on the ground like that?
She had always been a zoology enthusiast and had an unusual liking to breeding insects to study them. In its short life the mayfly had surely laid an egg somewhere in the water tank. But looking at the dying mayfly, she wondered if she would ever let its child out of the cocoon. Maybe she should just kill it before it started to want to fly, yes she should just throw away all the water from the tank tomorrow. Maybe…. She didn’t know what to do. The song, which was on loop, started again.
A winter's night
In a deep and dark December
I am alone....
script is ordinary and the execution part makes it even more lousy. The dialogues are ineffective and fails to derive the energy necessary except for a few. Salman Khan has delivered a decent performance with some great action sequences which you are sure to enjoy. Not so impressive are the costumes which look awful in nicely shot backdrops especially in the songs- "Tose Pyar karte Hai" and "Dil Leke Darde Dil". The performances of Ayesha Takia and the rest of the crew is forgettable.
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As a child I had never owned a toy gun or even one of those tanker trucks. The closest I must have come to so called boys’ toys was probably a car. I had my dolls, my mini kitchen sets, my building blocks and some gender neutral games like carroms and scrabble. But a few days ago, a friend suggested trying out some text based mafia games on Facebook. At first I laughed it off, what could I possibly get by shooting and robbing imaginary targets? But my friend insisted and I joined in thinking lets see whats the big deal about?
I belong to a generation where video games were considered a luxury in most cities in India and being the studious student I was, I was taught to look down upon these useless addictions J So when I started playing combat games on Facebook, I had no idea what fan following these games had. But man, was I hooked. Suddenly I completely understood why exactly were people all around me so excited to grow one new virtual crop, make virtual billions, ice some cold-blooded killer or earn the tag of a knife thrower.
I also discovered that out of my virtual mafia team members, majority were girls. Another friend told me about this growing trend that around 30% of the hardcore gaming market in India now comprised of women. So I thought why not check this out. When I set out to do the story I discovered that all over the world, online gaming companies were coming up with new websites specially targetting women. Most of these were casual online games (70% of the market for these hand-eye co-ordination and easy click games is women). But there was a growing number of combat and strategy games that were being added to these sites constantly. In the US, women in the age group of 30-40 were slowly capturing almost half of the total market for all sorts of hardcore (violence included) games.
The women gamers I met were a bigger surprise. One would expect that someone interested in such games would probably be a rebellious character, maybe a young college goer with a piercing or black coloured nail polish. But Dhiranjana Pais was a homemaker who looked like your typical bahu in full salwar kameez and a huge bindi. She was hooked to Halo, Hitman and Counter strike and had been initiated into gaming by her brother in childhood. So addicted is she to the game that she uses an old N-Gage phone just because it is designed better for gaming. Another woman I met was an office goer and for her lunch break was the time to play racing games and beat her colleagues at strategy.
But during all this time what I kept wondering was that a male player would get exciting assignments like rescuing a damsel in distress and then having her as a virtual girlfriend. A female player would have to pretend being straight because the game would only give her a girlfriend! But then I discovered that the women oriented sites had games like Rescue your boyfriend. But it’s a long way off to equality when it comes to game world female characters. Only once in a while do you have a Lara Croft, otherwise the combatants are generally taken for granted to be men. But if gaming companies are to be believed, this too is soon changing. Maybe soon in the future you could choose whether you want to be a male operative or a female one. Till then I shall just be sugar and spice but nowhere close to nice while I shoot my targets away.
Sara closed her eyes tight, dived deep into the blanket, but still couldn’t sleep properly. Not more than five minutes, she popped her head out; took a deep breath. Got up and sat on the bed with her blanket draped tightly on her. She moved her hands aimlessly on the bed. There was no one other than her; empty.
A breeze brushed her. She looked out. The sky looked adorable with stars and the stunning moon. She felt the breeze carried some message. Somebody was trying to call her, tell her something. Spreading her hands on the bed she closed her eyes. For the last few years she had shared this room with someone special, never had slept alone over here except for the last two days. It was all fun to be on this bed at any point of time.
She heaved a deep sigh
Again the breeze came. She got up from the bed and headed towards the window. With her moist eyes she saw the full moon. She felt as if it wanted to say something to her. Did she see a smile coming from the moon? They always used to imagine moon with smiles. With a shade of sadness she remembered how they used to get imaginative talking about moon. They used to humanize the moon and were their next best friend. They enjoyed the peaceful pearl colored moon rays that were showered upon them.
She went upstairs, opened the door and reached the terrace. The trees surrounding her house were not in their best of moods. The intermittent breeze was trying its best to wake them up and make the leaves dance with it. It seems they are also not in a mood. A heavy sadness prevailed over the area. She came to the corner of the terrace and stared at the moon. Moments flew and the moon winked at her. Rather she felt so. She pinched herself to check reality. Another stare at the moon she felt the moon was calling her: trying to say something.
She ran downstairs, past her bedroom, living hall and the main door in a jiffy and rushed on to the rocky garden outside her compound. Reaching onto the top of that rocky garden she looked up to the sky. The moon was shining more brightly showering silver rays. Panting, she could feel the presence of someone. She held her hands high pointing the moon. A cool breeze came from nowhere. She embraced herself tight. This is the spot where they used to chat about life, love and children, the place where they used to sing songs together, fight with each other under the moonlight, the place where they sat together in union with the nature.
Emma, I miss you…You were more than a twin sister to me. Hope, your untimely death will not part us away. Come hug me…
She could feel; the hug. The breeze, moonlight and the night hugged her.
From somewhere, Emma hugged her.
Word Count : 499
My very first encounter with the Truth Book was when I first began living my real adult life. No that didn't come at 18. Contrary to the way the world has demarcated ages into different stages of life, a life stage rarely begins at a particular age. So I thought I was an adult when I turned 16. And then at 18 I was happy to have the official label. But it was only after I turned 23 that I really felt like an adult. That was when my life was screwed up.
So I can begin by telling you how my life was flowing smooth with everything being top notch in character and then how things began to get ugly till the point where everything was as twisted as it could get and I didn't even know where to begin unravelling. But that story would only bore you. Or worse, invite your comments. That is not the purpose of this write up. I wanted to introduce you to the Official Guide to Understanding the World, your Life, Yourself and Everything else in Between. Or in short the Truth Book. You probably have your own copy, but that hardly matters. Because each one's is quite unique in the sense that every individual copy is indeed individualized. And the second reason why it won't matter is because more than half of you aren't even aware that you have your own copy. Only when your life is so screwed up that nothing else makes sense, will you dig into your mind, heart, soul, memories, feelings and so on to discover a copy of your own. So since I've discovered my copy I thought of sharing it with you.
Ahhh… how true that rings in my head! I only have to look at my grade sheet, and as if it isn't enough that I have scored lower than the lowliest of the lows and have to slog like an ass for the rest of my two terms if I wish to swerve clear of the mess I have already made once, that I encounter people, on a per day basis, who seem to know how to deal with my problem and better still who enlighten me, believing with immense (but surely good) faith that I haven't already thought about it before.
So that is what is constant in my life these days.
Why couldn't have I studied harder?
I knew this was going to happen!
How could I do this?
Why didn't I devour every word of every page of every single book?
I wish I could undo this and undo the time that went by
I can't do this anymore!
Damn the quiz!
Damn the presentation!
Damn the project!
Damn the exam!
On the first part of the statement…
The good ones are always taken!
And on the second part…
Really now! How can it be almost invariably? I think it's just me
So much for my Truth Book Revelation for now. More follow ups to come in as and when life throws any light onto the shadowy text!
lit cigarrete high brows curls in his hairslimy nose sweaty face and a look forlorn
can't get up can't sit down, his ass hurts
not for reasons you think yay it's coz he fell from a tree
what was young jim doing on a tree
didn't every thrill kill a man before he was a man
and when does a man become a man
is it age or just sanctuary
is it wisdom or mere selfishness
a man becomes a man says jim
when he falls down from a tree and hurts his ass
a man becomes a man jim says
when his heart breaks no more
when he sits beside the woman on bed
and quietly puffs his marijuana cigarrette
a man becomes a man jim says
when his fingers move caressing ova
never too deep and never to dip
and his smile is as nonchalant as it comes
a man becomes a man jim says
when his days are outnumbered you see
when he is lost you see
down can't get up and can't sit down
a man becomes a man jim says
when he hurts his ass dumb you see
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She gazed at the sky... Hoping to find some familiar face amongst the hide and seek of the moon and the clouds... Hoping to get a glimpse of the life which existed beyond the clouds - the life whose stories where known on earth as Fairytales....!!
She remembered the day she had been sent down to Earth... She had to give up all her powers and wishes, and to live a life as human being till the next brightest full moon, when the moonlight would make even the night shine as a day. She had hoped that this night she could return back to the heavens and once again be "An Angel of Love"
Word Count: 437
PS:- Hi all at WL. I am Urvashi and this is my First post here.. Hope you all like it...!!
Continued from Glory In Making...
I hope Artz does not mind my stealing a para from her work, Just to keep the continuity. :)
Glory does not last long. Dreams shatter and we get hit hard on the face. Kriti was a good girl but it was difficult when the old lady passed away. Her distant relatives threw Kriti to square one. Abondoned her and there she lay again where she was before. All this happened years back. There was a difference this time. Kriti was stronger.
Her cell phone rang.
"Hi I am Ajay, i wanted to meet you today"
"Me too"
"I'll pick you up from Chandni Chowk near Babu's sweet shop, that's ok right?"
"On the way to your home can we stop at the lake near Keshav colony, I need five minutes"
"Yes , I have heard about your ritual, no problem as I hear that makes you even better"
She cut the phone. And started getting ready for the discourse.
It was routine now, the dress, the makeup , the drill. She looked at the mirror. It was ok now she would forget the rest.
"The wind started to blow and the dark clouds made way for the moon to appear. She raised her head to see the moon beaming and smiling at her. She remained perplexed for the next few minutes, unsure of what these signals meant."
"Hurry up will you"- Ajay called from inside the car.
She got ready for the drill. She had to kill her soul again. The needle was her friend. In the misty moonlight cocaine shot up through her veins like frenzy. She jerked to keep standing and took two deep breaths. She took one last look at the moon, was it smiling in sarcasm? she gave a fuck! Her face stern now and then the everlasting smile of the moon found her face. So reachable yet never even close to reality, the mystics of the moon and now Kriti herself. Seen and loved by all but seldom ever touched. Kriti turned still hazy and walked towards the car. Her hair shining in the moonlit night.
Kinginni ran along the beach with the stream of tears gushing down her cheeks. She felt something prick her legs which made her stop. She had almost dismissed it as a thorn. But the shine of that object made her dig the surface of the sand only to reveal her anklets. Kinginni could not believe it. She thanked the sea for this gift on her birthday and rushed back to the spot, the anklet adorning her leg. The place echoed in rhythm to her pace as she sprinted to the corner. With a smile on her lips, she looked towards the sky in anticipation. And like God’s play, a strong wind blew the black clouds above revealing a bright twinkling star besides the moon.
Inspired by Lord of the Rings
She stood there, almost numb, as she saw the dark clouds gather over the moon.But she was looking for something else. Something which she thought, would haunt her for the rest of her life.
He went down on his knees that day as he proposed to her..."Would you like to spend the rest of your life with me,Anita?" The room went silent. She didn’t know how to react.Obviously she was happy, but a part of her heart wasn’t quite sure. The crowd of 5 people inside the room including Rishi awaited with bated breadth. “Yes!” came her reply and everybody in the room got what they wanted to hear. But was it a wholehearted yes, Rishi wondered!
“What’s the matter Ani?”
“I don’t know Rish, I just don’t know!”
“Have you found someone else in these last 2 years?”
“No that’s not the case Rish, it’s just that 2 years ago you were not a captain in the Indian Army”
“I see, you have a problem of me being in the army?”
“No Rish, I am worried about you…they have posted you in the north-west frontier.”
“Your concerns are uncalled for Ani, there is very little infiltration now-a-days”
“Still …Anything could happen”
“What do you want me to do Ani, Make sacrifices??
“Well somebody has to rish…ain’t it?
“I have made enough sacrifices to get into where I am now Ani…I am sorry I can’t leave that.”
She thought long and hard that night and had made her decision. I am sorry rish I can’t marry you.
He was heart-broken.
Can I have your number, she asked almost embarrassed
What’s the use Ani…Just incase I die…just look up in the sky and I will be right up there as a shining star, he bid her goodbye.
And there she was, looking towards the sky that night, but she couldn’t see any star…All she saw were dark clouds covering the moonlit sky.
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She saw the clock strike eleven and got up immediately from her bed! Then she started searching for her slippers in the darkness, trying not to make even a slightest sound. She can’t afford to let her mom know that she was trying to sneak out of the house. Tip toeing to the front door, she opened it quietly and crept outside. The darkness devoured her, making her quite similar to her shadow. At first, she took cautious tiny steps like an excited kid who is just learning to walk. Once she was far away from her home, she broke into one run. She can hear the big waves at the sea nearby, roaring away. She smiled to herself and headed in the direction of the beach. One can sense the excitement and happiness she is feeling at that moment, when she was heading towards her favorite place. Suddenly she stopped! She was speechless. The sight of the beautiful full moon caught her by surprise. Why surprise?! Because at that moment, she realized that her life is also so beautiful, just like that sight. The sight which showed the full moon playing hide and seek with the dark clouds! The clouds didn’t spoil the splendor of the moon in any way at all. Instead it created a mysterious aura around the moon. This made the moon look even more magnificent! She stood there silently, savouring the peace she felt, drinking in the beauty of the sky.
Suddenly, someone gave her a warm hug from behind. Someone stood right behind her, whispering in her ears, “Hey beautiful”. This time she was not caught by surprise! Instead she turned and smiled at him. The same smile, which made him fall in love with her and which made him propose her. The same smile, which she gave him when she said “Yes”!
As she rested her head on his shoulders, she thought, “Yes, Life is very beautiful indeed”
I entered the art gallery jubilantly with a constant smile on my face.I was asked to judge a drawing exhibition.It was a special occasion for me and I felt honoured.
“This way sir,” the gallery incharge guided me through all the paintings.
“Tanmai wait!,” I stopped near a painting which grabbed my attention.It exhibited the tranquillity of mind.Such a wonderful painting it was.I stared at it carefully and tried to decode the hidden meaning behind the same.The painting was familiar to me.I failed to recollect my past memories,but the person was some one who was close to me.I leaned on the sofa in the Lounge.I was feeling tired as I learned about my futile love.She was Monik ,who hailed from the hilly region of Darjeeling.I still remember the words that she told me during our last meet.It buzzed on my ears.
“Tanmai,I want to meet the artist of that moongirl painting,” I said to the incharge.
“Sir,she is Monik Bisht,and yes she is on her way,” he replied.
“Oh!” a smile beamed through my face.She was the one whom I was searching for since ages. I failed to keep up to the promise,but I never thought that I would meet her after 7 long years.
“Hello sir!,” she wished me.
“Monik,Its me Anish!,”I said to her.
“Oh hello Anish Sir! how are you?,” she said with a straight face.
“Will you forgive me Monik,you would surely forgive me if you knew what happened that day?,” I said.
“Who am I to forgive you Anish..you just ditched me and threw me out of your life,” she said.
“Baba’s health was really bad that day,” I replied.
“I tried to contact you after getting the consents from my parents,” I said with a smile.
“And hey this painting was not supposed to be sold ,you remember” I said.
“Do you remember you were the girl and me the moon and we both inseperable,” I said.
“Yes! after a long eternal wait , I though it was illogical to place that painting at my house,” she said.
Her reactions suggested me that my absence had created a turbulence in her life
“Monik!till date I was still searching for you and I am glad that I met you here,” I touched her.
“Sorry Anish!,” She swiftly removed my hands from her shoulder.
“Don’t build castles in air Anish,I am not meant for you,” she said.
“Monik ! I am extremely sorry and please take that painting back,” I pleaded.
“Sorry Anish! many things have happened in this long 7 years,” she said and screamed “Ayushiiiii!!!,”
“Momma!Momma,” a girl of 4 came running towards her.
Tears trickled down my eyes as I learned that she was married. I turned aside to see the other paintings as she left.
I wiped the tears from my eyes.I waited for 7 long years to know that she was married .She was and she would be the color of my life.
“Sir,I need that painting,” I said to Tanmai.
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She was reading her bed time novel when Nupur's phone started vibrating. Avinash was calling. It was 12.35 in the night! “Hi avi! Kya hua? Itni raat ko... ??? neeni nahi aa rahi kya?”,she said giggling.
“look Nupz, majaak mat udaao yaar... tumhe pata hai na kitni tension hai... !!” he replied in a firm straight voice, expecting sympathy and concern from her, which she hardly got ever.
“oh god Mr Romeo, did you proposed her or not? I made you learn the lines na! Just call her up and be a man, show some god damn courage you Idiot”, she was still giggling.
“had it been you, it would have been so so easy, gosh! Just as Neha picks up the phone, I forget everything... even my name.” he was sounding low!
“look Avi, I think since last 2 years, you have eaten my god damn head over this girl, I think you should go for it tonight, she is your good friend now too and keep telling me how much she adores and respects you all the time... just tell her what you feel for her.” she replied with the same calmness and compassion with which Nupur had been dealing with Avinash for past 8 years.
“aur waise bhi... har ladki ka sapna hoga ki tum jaisa padka usse miley...” she said in a low tone and took a breath.
Avi kept the phone down. She smiled again and resumed her novel, muttering to herself... “pagal hai ye ladka.”
Avi and Nupz were best friends since school days, then college and now professional buddies, have faced so many ups and downs but were always there for each other.
Tee tee – tee tee, her phone started beeping again, she read a text message which was from Avi.
“I just proposed her, she said Yes :) wanted me to marry her soon. I am shocked, numb, thrilled and everything else that I can't express in words”. She called him up. “mubarak ho mr romeo, koi ladki bechari bewkoof ban hi gayi finally”, she said and started giggling again. “Nupz, tum kabhi toh serious hua karo yaar”, he said smiling. He was happy. She was happy because he was happy. “acha ab phone rakho, mujhe mere best friend se baat karni hai”,she said.
“haan haan jao, kal milte hain, tumhe pata hai waise... You are the best, I repeated exactly same lines to her what you told me to, I still dont know How you understand my emotions, more then I understand them, You are the best thing that ever happened to me, ab chane k jhaad pe mat chado...ahem ahem! Jyada ho gaya”, he said this and with voice of laughs, his tone faded away to single beep on phone line.
She opened her room and went out in the garden, she looked up! Moon stared from above. Seemed as if tears were shedding from cheeks of moon and moon light is carrying them and settling them on her eyelids. Her eyelids were wet. Her eyes were red. She cried. “only you knew that I loved him beyond all limits for all these years, I wish I would have agreed to your advice of letting him know about it”,”I wish... I wish...”
she came back running. Stormed into her pillow and busted to tears. She picked up a piece of paper and wrote on it the following lines from a text message which she had learn...
“Zindagi se humne kuch chaha hi nahi
chaha jise bhi usse kabhi paya hi nahi
jise paya usse kuch yun kho diya
jaise Zindagi mein kabhi koi aaya hi nahi”
she opened the window of her room and threw that paper up in the sky, peeping her one hand out. The air blows of chill, carried them up above, some where towards her best friend, the moon. Few minutes later, it rained, it rained as if the moon was crying, it rained as if its every droplet covered the beauty of her selfless true love. She looked up to the moon and allowed the raindrops to splash on her forehead. She smiled.
What do you think of when you are on your own on a moonlit night?
Stories from childhood,
Forgotten and lost dreams,
Or of the grimness of the night?
What do you see when you see the pale moon?
The face of a love lost,
A teardrop in the pillow of night,
Or the light unhidden by the scars?
What does the tide tell you?
About rising expectations,
Simmering dreams,
Or about the ebb that might follow?
Why are you alone gazing at the moon?
To sigh at the beauty,
To weave new dreams,
Or to reflect on all that has gone and will come?
[Word Count: 500]
