Everything seemed wavering, unstable , about to topple athud ,
I walked out in distress, uncertain of every possession of mine , whilst pining for the far elusive realities.
wanting to scream out the pandemonium but not finding a sane way to do it.
Some fresh air i thought.That might help.My eyes coincidentally looked up at the sky.
The moon, gibbous and stellar , was empathetically looking below at my puny existence.
I watched back, as the moonlight spread its embrace through the distance.
It seemed beckoning, almost as if it could somehow fathom out my dire necessity of company.
like it could sieve out my hypocrisy of absolute isolation yet warm human solace boiling within,all at the same time.
I was intrigued by the tranquility around it..like it was unperturbed , unaware of the chaos eons of feet below it
We humans, scuttling beneath it, driven by vulnerabilities , hormones, egos, senses , naivety.
While it , watching upon us from above , bubbling with a strange comforting stillness, waiting to be heard
To be given a chance as a comforter, as a confidante .To be tried.
I took the chance. No, I actually leapt to feel the celestial cuddle , enough exasperated with the earthly urchins.
It was satisfying, hypnotic almost. It made me realize how for granted we took the lone , pretty moonlight.
A chance encounter on a beautiful moonlit night,evoked a hundred emotions , so long , neatly supressed
beneath well disguised chuckles and pretentious ,fake as hell optimism
The moonlight worked its magic.The layers came peeling off. Nude to the soul, the stillness stringent, poking around for more.
I was defenseless it seemed. And all the pile-ons came tumbling down.
Of course the moon, it doesn't speak out to you.Or does it? Maybe this is lunatic, maybe sadistic
but in the silence of the night , the moon mystically echoed my frustrations, devoid of judgements.
In its darkness , i could let my tears flow incessantly, unafraid of being spotted ,hushed down.
In the night's inactivity, the tumult within found a stairway to arise boldly.
In its vastness , i realised how little my own self was .
Without heaving a word, it had given me the catharsis i yearned to receive.
And soon enough the silvery stream of faint ,yet crisply penetrating moonlight
washed me off all the bygones, the should-haves & the what ifs.
Its unscathing, warm ambeince , cleansed me of the gulits, filling me up with an overwelhming sense of gratitude
for every single ounce of benision ,i had been blessed with.
Even the tiny , shimmering stars , reminded my of what still lay ahead of me .
Of how in a blink of an eye , the world suddenly grows brighter for someone.
Of all the miracles, magic , awaiting to unfold , out in the good, wide world, for a believer.
That the distance or the hindrances don't stand a chance .If you are meant to shine and be seen,you do dazzle, as the world, looks on .
And yet as i pen this down, the moonlight spreads alone ,except the occasional hoots , its quivering faint light,
extending its heavenly embrace to kiss a lonely soul goodnight .
enough to comfort a shivering mortal,afraid of his own self
cosmically ample to reaffirm the beliefs of a stubborn cynic.