Moon

Those small little snacks that we got were finished for over an hour now, but that bonfire that we started showed no sign of dying down

"Its 10:45 man, i got to go" one of us retired home as he climbed down the ladders which took us to the terrace of my apartment.

"Yes its late man, i think i should leave too" second one had some work he left too, oddly i showed no intention of stopping them.

"Good night people, amazing night it was, we are gonna do this again sometime" i was satisfied and contempt.

I was left alone that second, with a guitar in my hands a million thoughts crossing that me that night.

It was a cloudy night of the December winter, cold winds started getting up to me. I went closer to that source of only light that i could find at that instant, the fire was getting weaker and weaker every second.

Just then the clouds pulled off the curtain from that magical source of light present from the time unknown but never given credit for anything.

The moon was full, and just perfect. I looked up, the moment was magical, i could not help myself to play the song i associate to it.

Blue Night it was........

Moon had always got up to me in some way or the other. Its like every time i see it, i feel fresh, and renewed. Its like a source of inspiration to me.

The only thing that fights with the horrifying darkness across the night sky and throws it off. Shining beautifully its like the sun of the night, yet so cool.

Whenever i look up to it, many thoughts cross my mind, Firstly i think of the moment when i can lay down on the terrace with the one i love and watch at that beauty of nature.

Secondly i look closely to it, the deep scars all across its face, can never force it to stop coming out. Its not scared of what all of us think about it.

Without ever the praise of anyone, it keeps on shining down the light on us. And Thirdly i think whether or not can i ever stop looking at it. Its like a drug, its Purity, like that of a virgin, and light even borrowed feels so new. I stay awake at nights to see it drifting across the sky like it cares to show itself to those who needs inspiration.

Even the glow of stars bow down to the majestic view of the Moon. Perception is mine, and sometimes i wonder would she, whom i have never met, is watching the Moon right at this moment waiting for someone like me? 

I kept thinking that night and the strings they kept of strumming themselves, the cold wind was fierce now, even the faintest hint of spark died down in the fire. Guitar was now like my only companion, oddly enough the sky covered up the moon with clouds again, this time for a long long time. Sadness took over, i could not see someone full of that beauty to get covered up. I took out my mobile now, it was 2 am now, i picked up my guitar and started climbing down the ladder. This time i saw the moon for the last time that night, peeking out through that thick mist as if saying, 

"yes, she is listening................."


: Inderveer Singh