With Love .. to the Moon

A common theme I've observed in many poems, is the one that talks about/to the moon,what surrounds it, its beauty & scars, with the exact same passion,despite us being fundamentally unique poets

In the cold of evening, I wake up in the dusty living room,

How did the sun leave so soon, where did it have to rush to?

The people here give me the love that has shaped my soul

I call out to the streets where the sweetened breads bloom,

There is a dusty din as the devils knights seem to pass numbing us all.

 

The pen is as old as my father’s grey mane; it’s still got some life,

It seems to call to me inside, asking what I see, in a strange language.

I try to wrestle with it as it makes me surrender:

Look out the window, there’s someone waiting for you all this while.

 

I look at her, she looks at me and we have found love.

There is no mercy or forgiveness; I give in to my new language to speak.

 

*

This maze is my home, I run through and across.

The joy of my feet only compares with the beat in my heart.

I watch the life as it grows within each wall, creating my empire,

My city, my kingdom, my life, each hand moulding a precious part,

I see myself within a wall and playing my simple drop in the ocean.

 

The chalks seem as ragged and dry as fallen peaches in the alley,

The wall calls out to me, to speak to it, a language I haven’t seen,

I stare at it blankly, questioning all I know, as it asks me:

What is it you see through the window while staring at the sky tonight?

 

I look it at him staring at me with his glance ever pure and cleansing,

I know no more than to let my mind to its calling, but I can’t help but drift into his rhythm.

 

*

My neck, it hurts as I crank it to see the flicker of light I call home,

To get back from my masked march in the lined rooms and corridors,

Concentrating all along, my mind has condensed into a burning ball.

The release they say are these bars and foliage in the back,

Where I am to be what I am again, the only recourse, as they planned.

 

The stairs seem to be leading me today to a place I don’t know,

I climb to the sound of my muted footsteps as they hasten.

It isn’t the old that call, but the voice that is calling me out is anew:

I’m waiting at the highest perch, come and see me, I long for you.

 

My minds perplexed, My heart seems to burn in the heat of the journey.

There he waits in earnest longing, waiting as I shed my days skin bare.

 

***

 

There’s no connection as I look at you, yet I see a million eyes,

You’ve been the promise for many, of dreams you told no one would see.

I came here all alone to be in your presence, naked as I can be,

to feel your pulse as you feel mine, but wait..

We are not alone here are we? ...

I can see them now... 

I see the streets of dust and rust as you look,

I see the little houses of waste where from where you called,

I see the towers towering so clear; there are many but none waiting in line.

 

I see them... I see them all...

Can you...

Can you see me too?

 

We all get back inside after a while to bleed on any willing surface about our embrace,

 in the tender moments of nights care, that comforts us saying

...tomorrow you’ll meet again

Written By Roshan Nair
 Copyright © 2015 Roshan Nair

Author's Note

No matter where we poets come from... I believe we are truly united by this one almost magical phenomenon of nature. I loved reading each piece by the other poets here about the moon and the unity of emotion comes through so beautifully across each writers penning this around the world.

Reviews

[Deepika]

The opening is just wow! The transition from light to dark; mind still not set to the gloom whilst the eye catches a glimpse of the beautiful moon and falls in love.Clock as a Metaphor follows, envying it.
"in the tender moments of nights care, that comfort us saying
...tomorrow you’ll meet again" --Too Good(y)
Keep up Roshan :)

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks a lot deepika :) Im glad you liked the piece, I tried getting scenarios from different environments in each setting and then unifying them.. Im glad you liked the setting :) cheers

[Deepika]

I appreciate your creativity! :)

[Pryde Foltz]

The chalks seem as ragged and dry as fallen peaches in the alley,
The wall calls out to me, to speak to it, a language I haven’t seen,
I stare at it blankly, questioning all I know, as it asks me:
What is it you see through the window while staring at the sky tonight?

Wow … fantastic write, Roshan.

[Abilash Uttama]

beautiful imagery, My friend. We crave for something , passing every hurdle, trying our best even though we are aware of it's indifference to us. It's always a pleasure to read your work, Keep it up :)

[Ana B.]

a very beautiful profound story of life and strength, magic and connection. You are right - it is one mesmerising process......maybe its the sourse of all the magic in the world.....or maybe its just a whisperer.....and story listener.....

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks ana.. I understand the vein of thinking you're pointing at.. if only that were true. cheers :)

[Amulya Bhardwaj]

interesting one! I usually don't go on reading long writes but... here every line engaged me in . nyc one!

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks a lot ! Im glad you liked it and stopped by to read it :) cheers

[Amulya Bhardwaj]

you're wlcm!!

[dan]

Roshan, You are correct in your belief that the moon is often a muse for writers and poets alike; it seems so close that it seems as if it's part of our world and not a distant sphere revolving around it. I notice that you also used the word "wall" a lot in this piece, which is also used as a touchstone in so many artistic writes; the symbol of a barrier to what we want, preventing us from attaining what we treasure. But what really impressed me most about this write is that you didn't use the word "moon" once in the piece, but your words make it subtly obvious that it is the subject, the muse. Very nicely done! take care...dan

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks a lot dan! your detailed review means a lot to me my friend. Im glad you liked the style of the poem and subtlety .. cheers.

[nazia]

WOW... just fabulous
this s why i love this website.. u got to read such amazing work its a great learning experience..

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks a lot nazia.. glad you liked the piece so much:)

[Sami Khalil]

"I see them... I see them all...
Can you...
Can you see me too?"

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks sami :)

[Saddam]

Its amazing. Reading you such a good work than write about... Love it.
Simple way telling skill.

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks a lot saddam, Im glad you liked it, thanks for your kind appreciation :)

[MsJewel]

A poet finds beauty in the ordinary...the sky, the moon, the night...and you, my friend, are a brilliant poet. Your poem is lovely.

:) Julie

[Roshan Nair]

Thanks a lot julie, it means a lot to me. cheers :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a storyteller my friend. I enjoyed the places you took me with in this poem.
I can see them now...

"I see the streets of dust and rust as you look,
I see the little houses of waste where from where you called,
I see the towers towering so clear; there are many but none waiting in line."
You set-up each paragraph with skill create new visions and thoughts. Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Roshan Nair]

Thank you again john, this appreciation from you means a lot to me as I am a fan of your writing since ive gotten here. Im glad you liked the imagery and set-up to each scenario..Im not much of a storyteller generally, but I like my poetry to be like a journey nonetheless. cheers my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

My pleasure to read your work and you are welcome.