Damsel or Bride ?

                                                                                                            Sitting by a barn wood window                                                                         At the dead of wintry night

She gazes at the snow cold moon

With eyes of deep insight

Looking into the eyes of moon

She catches the sharpest glimpse

Of what the moon had seen

Fades away with the slightest blink

The moon had once stood

Witnessing an auspicious night

Rings being exchanged

‘tween the groom and bride

Amidst a million stars

Proceeded the holy wedding

They bestowed their shine

As showers of blessing

They walked around the sacred fire

The holy knot tied hand in hand

A seven vows they made

Out of heart’s utmost desire

He vowed he would love her

Being the dove of his only dove

She vowed she would support her

Being the other wheel of his chariot

The moon, with serenity

Smiled at the newly wed

When he painted his beloved

With a speck of scarlet red

The moon watched in awe

The speck on her head

The colour never faded

The one painted by her beloved

Then all of a sudden

The moon closes its eyes

The beautiful glimpse vanishes

Leaving with only tears in her eyes

The moon then sings the sweetest lullaby

Putting her into a deep slumber

                        Secretly admiring her in the dead of  night                            So pure a damsel yet someone’s bride

She still had a line on the base of her finger

But where was the ring that used to linger?

She still had a scar on the verge of her head

But where was that speck of scarlet red ?

The moon watched the princess

Waiting for her knight

And wondered who was she

              A Damsel or a Bride !                   

Reviews

[Abhishek Izy]

This is so beautifully written, a true reflection of emotions. You know how to weave the words in and that's magical as an artist. Please keep up the terrific work