Journey

Sometimes, I sense a stranger who's always playing with my turns...
or else why my wings enfeebled with these many falls and rises..
I wished to fly alone in my own defined spaces...
but so many mysteries badly ending with me; always...
exposed to the most nakedness of this world...
it was truly heart breaking at the launch.....
now I 'm used to the whole lot traumatizing the sole...
a devine surrender blessed with the new sun shine....
But, all the imprints I 've bestowed are on the best interests of one and all
though it's the toughest game of this globe......
I 'm little pleased and wholly serene, right a way ...
after all the tremors, though it's called destiny...
And the story continues in the holy spins....

Your Moon

I wish to be the moon...
to make you more glad..
I 've got dark and deep scars..
but I will shower only silver rays..
and reflect the goodness and wishes..
when you are most romantic...
I wish to be the moon...
to make you more cherished...
when you feel lonely in the day turns..
I will cheer you with warmth and dreams...
and more care to yield fresh breath
I will be the proof of life, watching you around..
when everyone sleeps without sense..
and I will be your ever trusted friend...
I wish to be the moon...
to make you more light in spirits
when you are in my cool hug...
you lose the egos, feeling the ether...
you can float and fly on me...
since I am your moon...as I wish to be so.
I may come to lend you a light shoulder..
to cry upon when the sun is nowhere around you
and to feel I am your true moon