Fading colors
of the whiteness
amalgamating
to splatter
the darkness
that too
seems betraying
intermittently shining
and sparkling
with the grey clouds
smirking
hiding the moon
to leave the soul
longing…
overshadowed by
the pitch black
bringing forth
the unsatiated layers
of conscience
unattended for long
trifling in the darkness
beseeching to surface
to the world of light..
clouds drifting rapidly
loose the hold
to sprinkle
the whiteness of moon….
of the whiteness
amalgamating
to splatter
the darkness
that too
seems betraying
intermittently shining
and sparkling
with the grey clouds
smirking
hiding the moon
to leave the soul
longing…
overshadowed by
the pitch black
bringing forth
the unsatiated layers
of conscience
unattended for long
trifling in the darkness
beseeching to surface
to the world of light..
clouds drifting rapidly
loose the hold
to sprinkle
the whiteness of moon….
Indeed, not just one mood swing. Many!
ReplyDeleteBroken lines, conveying meanings of full sentences... nice.
Megha,
ReplyDeleteWhere do you get such deep ideas from?
Take care
A mood swing,
ReplyDeletegot wings,
It flew off..
to cling,
onto a string.
There is so much that goes back and forth - much concerns to the experiences and memories that are consistent in the mind. A lot of thinking is happening, the night and the moon are camouflages. I like that :)
ReplyDeletei love what you've sketched here!
ReplyDeleteToo much or too less?
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