not alone!
white moonbeam peeping through a misty window
fell on a sheet spread on wild flowers
a lonesome figure with eyes open smiled
at the sight of myriad of dreams dancing in it
each one of these had one little moon etched
some a few days old, some a few more
and one a little away from full moon
all of these little moons make one
complete life cycle
one complete lonesome figure
one complete jargon of lives spread on the sheet
in they walk cold hands keeping abreast of
souls roaming searching for their mates
voids waiting to be filled
voices reaching across tiny smiles hearty laughters
soulful tears silent cries joyous shrieks
hearts beating chests heaving with every thought
pearls found chosen picked up and embedded
necklace she wears proclaims her the chosen one
the lonesome figure is not there anymore!
