The Solitary Moon

I gaze at the moon that looks down upon me and smiles its wry smile.

It understands my loneliness.

It is not reluctant to bare its blotches.

It derives solace in the cavern in my existence.

Not everything that is beautiful is content, it explains.

Not everything that is beautiful is supreme.

I am but a mere shadow of another’s existence –

A scrounger of another’s glory.

Beauty and mirth rarely go hand in hand,

Nor does it guarantee camaraderie.

Why lament, what is out of reach?

Why seek the elusive?

Why embrace the afterglow of a mirage?

That’s when I understand –

You’re not illusive –

You’re absolute and my desire incarnate,

Basking in the eerie glow of this moon,

Breathing my sanguine expectation.

You terminate this torment, and consummate this pursuit.

For, the moon that is a comrade of my solitude is yours too,

The glow that it bestows upon my visage is a part of your countenance too…

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There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.’

~ George Carlin 

Ode to an Old Friend

(i)

Hello, Melancholy – my old comrade!

Where are you, I wonder…?

My mind has been your favourite promenade

Wherein you loved to enter and meander.

‘Out of sight, out of mind’ -

Seems to be the order of the day;

You however, were an extraordinary kind

Who compelled me to obey.

You clung to me like Velcro

And blended yourself into me;

The more I tried to let go,

The more you lacerated me.

Oblivion, I knew would not come so easily,

For, your roots were too deep

Which clung to me steadfastly.

So I decided to give in and silently weep. 

I bowed before your magnanimity,

For, you enveloped me in those wide arms, and made me numb.

I marvel at your tenacity,

For, despite my resistance, you never gave up, and made me succumb.

(ii)

Now you’ve left me alone and are gone,

I weep no more, but am still forlorn.

I fail to comprehend this mannerism

Wish I could purge myself of this masochism.

But although you’ve moved on to greener pastures

I miss your ‘noble’ gestures!

I miss the darkness into which you’d draw me

For, light now blinds me!

I have become an island in a sea

A complete misfit, the joke seems to be on me!

I fail to appreciate mirth

‘Cause I have forgotten its worth.

They call it relativity

But what is this to me, but insanity?

I now need you to remind me

The true value of joy, of what it should mean to me… 

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'It is such a secret place, the land of tears.' - Antoine de Saint

Despicable Me

I am unreasonable; whimsical, they call me!

Seldom yielding; always adamant!

Rarely forbearing, ever rancorous!

Hardly altruistic, relentlessly misanthropic!

Well, this is how I’m wired!

I always have it my way!

Who wants to be selfless,

When he can have the world by his sway?

I know I’m despicable!

For, one loves to hate me,

Yet hates the way he loves me!

My loathsomeness knows no bounds,

Like the infernal serpent, it hisses as it hounds.

It derives immense pleasure out of the chase,

Once the prey succumbs, it displays apathy,

And moves on...

Only to watch its prey die slowly,

Out of decadence more than anything else.

For once you’ve given in

There’s no turning back.

The serpent has had its fill

And now moves on to a fresh kill!

I take pride in this sadism,

For, heartlessness is my thing,

And humanity shuns me!!!

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‘So many people to kill... so little time! ’- Poison Ivy