Moon

Oh, the superficial moon, 

Why do you need me to expose all those buried  feelings?  

Feelings which I cemented in my hearts a decade ago, but, moved on like nothing happened, 

Aced in life in such a way as if nothing mattered, 

Oh, the mighty yet shallow moon, 

Why do you need to provoke me in the long walkaways, alleys by riverine borders where I accidentally stumbled upon a widowed jasmine which was yet to bloom?!

I have no complaints against you, 

These feelings needed an exit, to be exerted out,

Thwarted towards the wind, 

Strung from the underground had to come on the surface,

These long riddles of mysteries that I skillfully avoided, the mask from the narratives which I carefully laid over had to be removed, 

So, that I can feel you, 

Understand how much I loved you, 

In the loss and agony, 

Still I remember those sunsets I watched with you. 

In your arms was my abode, long ago vacated, 

In your eyes lived my dreams, flipped mercilessly not by others, but by my own self-doubts and disbeliefs, 

In your heart, still I do reside but not in your life, 

What a paradoxical satire life has thrown upon us that we couldn’t fathom, 

You too belong to me, in my heart, 

But, the heart is complex and compartmentalized, 

As someone else holds you! 

Just like the universe holds the sublime moon, 

You are carried away with the flow,

Perhaps, better than me, 

That river bank can give you sunshines, whereas I only flooded you, 

Drowned in my melancholy you chose her, 

Sure, she can give you better seasons, 

I thought you would nurture me like a blooming garden where I would thrive, 

People do not envy me, 

I am just a damaged half-moon waiting to meet the  other half, 

Crowded by heavy clouds waiting to over pour,

Pour my pain, shifting to rain,

To fall upon your cheeks and gently touch your lips,

And, give you a smooch that I couldn’t give,

I couldn’t be the gardener's dream neither could be a flowing stream, 

Instead, I became still, 

Still like a deep well, 

Where no light can reach. 

I should become an arcade but, I became a blockade where no echo can whisper your name!


©® Farheen 


Starry night, 10:30 pm, 

Togor building, MIST, 

Mirpur-Cantonment





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