Fading Moon

Moon a beauty impure
that embraces token of love
Caught the sight like VIBGYOR
Covering the dark as glove. 

Dark nights holded sight 
with perpetual charm
Glowing in white
reminds me of harms. 

Beauty in white marks bond
that are unbreakable 
Found contradicts profound
that ships are shake able. 

People are moon 
changing their shape 
Tamed to be loon
encircled in a bonded tape. 

Changes are unchangeable 
States people fake
Making the fact supportable 
tought instances mind wants to take. 

Life was a scare shark 
without support and care
Feel of loneliness growing dark 
painted heart with black as cascade of hair. 

Passed time
made me to meet
Someone as soothing as chime
who provided life a color and heat. 

Trust a word of simply fact
builded so hard 
Easy to act 
like a flipping card. 

Life was now a complete moon
bright and blissful 
That produced a melody tune
gave a statement meaningful. 

Good times didn't last forever 
point I realized 
Went back to old terror 
where loneliness satisfied. 

Moon that faded 
turned life hell
trying to get mended
heart aches when I tell. 

Betrayal that was dealt 
with the chime I heard
Craved for wealth
that moved like Shepard. 

Life is inconsistent 
With a background of dark shows
Now blaming my instincts constant 
That trusted the moon's glow. 
                                            --Sujitha 
                         

Comments

  1. PinkyMarch 31, 2020 at 9:35 AM

    Really touching lines 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 with great words thank you ❤️💕

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  2. LakshaApril 2, 2020 at 7:24 AM

    True lines👍👍👏

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