Ms. Moon

When the pull of the moon makes ocean rage, and waters whitecaps, what hope do I have? On the full moon night of October, I stood on the damp roads staring at the night sky. It was late night, half past eight, I was on my way home. I stepped out of the car and was held captive by the marvelous sight, the Moon in full circle, too bright as if a torch had been held upside down from the sky. 

Since childhood, from the beginning of time, I have been drawn to the moon, for reasons unknown to my knowledge. I have always kept track of the phases of the moon, waxing phase, waning phase, full moon and new moon, I knew everything like current month, and year. 

Once I was at the ocean shore, late night, on the new moon day. The tide was high, waves were erratic due to the gusting force of the wind, it was pitch dark by the horizon. Again for unknown reasons, the sound of the waves crashing the shore, calmed my soaring heart. It radiated peace and tranquility. 

It was a full moon day. I came home and rushed to the terrace to witness this marvelous wonder. There were only a few stars visible. Bright, round and daring, the pull it exerted on me was otherworldly. 

Ms. Moon, are you lost? Why do you disappear from time to time? Why do you keep your whereabouts a secret? What do you whisper to the mighty ocean, for it rages high. What did you do to my little heart, for it flutters on your sight. 

Finally, even though there are so many mysteries surrounding reality, and  outer space, I am glad that you roam across the sky from time to time. Also, I feel better for disappearing from time to time because you do it too. 

Letter to the fluttering wonder

 Dear Butterfly, 

I wanted to write to you personally, there are so many reasons for writing to you. So let me begin the basic question that kept lingering inside my head for a while. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I hardly doubt. You come out the cocoon and flutter around. But there is no way that you could have watched for yourself how beautiful you are. I have loved you, admired you and adored from the time I remember myself. 

I have been loving you since the beginning of time. I envy the freedom you own. You just flutter around endlessly, no questions asked. Out of all the creatures of nature, I loved you far more than anything else. You have that black magic that holds me spellbound. Whenever I see you flutter, I keep watching you, following you, as if you were a great deal of mystery to me. Maybe I adored you because I have been caged all my life, or I was denied freedom and held in control so far. 

Just watching you flutter would make my mood better my ten folds. In case no one told you, or in case you were wondering, or you had no idea, I wanted to tell you this “You are phenomenally beautiful”, I wish you knew this too. 

Grey clouds

 The sun shone through brightly. It was as if the world was brought to life only in the sun. It awakened a sense of freshly painted house, a new born orchid, lifted the soul in delight. Leaves were glistening in yellow or gold would be more appropriate. All the glitters are not gold. Yes, sometimes they are leaves. Wind breezing gently through the leaves, added a sense of awe in the morning air. Trees seem to be dancing with the wind. The blue painted sky, bright as a crystal, there wasn't a tinge of clouds to be found there. 

Terrific or drastic? What could be the right word to describe what happened next? Someone took a brush and painted the sky in white, no beige, or whiteish, or bluish. Nope, I can't describe that color with 26 lettered Language. The sky was not blue anymore. Leaves weren't glistening anymore. Everything was grey, and gloomy. The strands of grey clouds marched one after another, formed layer after layer until everything under the sky reflected it. 

I assumed that this could not be good at least in the context of nature. But to my surprise, birds came out of their nests and flew swiftly, the breeze, cold and humid brought Petrichor with the air. 

The sight was even more lively. It wasn't glistening gold or bright anymore, but it was still beautiful. The trees held out wide open as if welcoming the drizzle. It got darker and darker. Wind blows faster and faster. Everything was grey under the sky, nevertheless it was magnificent. Who thought grey clouds could bring so much happiness?