Waning Moon

The endless rain that ends tonight,
as the clouds wither away;
Through the clear skies and starlit highs,
the waning mistress dawns my day.

Her broken smile that fades,
and leaves me warm inside;
As she inches away to her secret place,
behind which she may hide; From her fears.

Never in her darkest days,
does she ever let me see,
the joyful pain, she hides behind,
her mask of blasphemy.

I stare at her, breathlessly,
a million miles away;
And wish for her to wax again,
while I bathe in her wane

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

2 thoughts on “Waning Moon

  1. How powerful! The lust he feels towards her, the clouds above them, the feeling of total intimacy in distance. You returned after your trip with some amazing poetry to share with us! I’m so happy to be part of your followers that adore you.


    • As am I to be part of the ones that adore you. The sensuality in your words was something i dearly missed (among other billion expressions, a description of which would render my vocabulary inept :-p ) . I’m glad to be back. 🙂


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