शरद पूर्णिमा

At a certain hour
        and a certain thought
        in the night,
as I lie in my bed,
      mostly awake,


     Moon-rays come
     knocking at my window,
              boisterously,
    when the moon positions itself
     right across my window.

Perhaps to sympathise;
Perhaps to mock.


          Tonight too,
           'tis so.

   It looks at me,
     expectantly,
    as it bleeds,
    waiting for me
    to nurse it.

I wish to have no
truck with it though!

       Why, it's a gloriously bitter reminder,
            this moon, full and whole,
              of a promise unfulfilled
                      and broken
          that haunts my dark soul.



|| याताबला व्रजं सिद्धा  मयेमा  रंस्यथ क्षपा:

  यदुदिश्य व्रतमिदं चेरुरार्यार्चनं सती: ॥ (Bhagwatam.10.22.27)    


~ aviD