Unbeknownst Memories..

She lied. Her eyes unraveled the truth. We occasionally passed across the disco, the virtual center of noise that existed in the city. Noise dissolved smoothly in the super-silence of midnight. We saw moon thru the forlorn tree and explained each other, each-other’s perspective. Utter bullshits!! And we knew, it was but still we did that unbeknownst of its para-psychic conjectures. Here’s the excerpt, few tidbits.

O Moon, so far.

So closer yet disparate to stars.

It happens one night..

There remains no bulb… no light..

And we could walk, drinking your cadence..

Never to discuss,

Just to witness your presence.

Alas! It never happened.

Still yearning incessance…

Once I saw her weeping, in my dreams. Never could I explain ethos of her pathos.. I knew, she knew better than I did. But she kept on weeping. Moon was forlorn amid those stars. I grew apathetic for don’t know why. May be rarely could I understand other’s feeling.. being introvert.
Now also, Occassionally I stand up in the balcony… and witness the Moon.

Only to realize,

Me not the only witnessee,

She is closer to stars … then to me…

Quite true… She had never…been.. closer to me…
-Durgesh O Mishra