The Shining Moon And The Ending Love Poem by Mukesh Parmar

Some wiped the dark spots in the moon with their tears

when they started loving love,

And some lived with memories of white lilies and dark fishes

when they started hating love,



he is the lonely barge shivering in the cold forlornness,

Waiting for the moon to be his beacon.

he is the bohemian locked in memories of dark evenings,

and haunted by the bewitching love of love,

like the dry riverbanks holding the memories of winter.



Akin the bird singing in the middle of the rain with yearning

and like the drenched grave wailing in hurting

the coward living with the dream of love has something to say

yes it is 'i love thee'



It is the hanging withered leaf in the dark oak,

It is the dazing wingless white butterfly,

yes it is the yonderly white pearl, it has something to say,

O! it is 'i hate thee'.



he believes,

that the other side of the moon would be pearlescent someday

but he even knows thats never going to happen

because the other side of the moon is dark.....



And thats why 'he lives, in the dark and for the dark'