My Moonlady...

She sits by herself,
With hollows in her heart.
She likes to believe she brightens the otherwise dull world,
But the world, it deprives her of this happiness.

She calmly bears solitude,
While the world around her moves at its usual pace.

At times, she is forced to hide behind dark,dead shadows.
She sits up there, in the façade of a queen like existence,
Little does anyone know, that her twinkling subjects are not at her mercy.

She doesn’t complain, they say her existence is on rent.
Like a phoenix she stands tall on days,
And disappears into thin air on some, like she never was.
They don’t question her arrival, her leaving,
They know she won’t be gone for long, they take her for granted
She lets them…

I can see her face from far away,
I can see a change of emotions in it everyday.
She smiles upon me; I can even see her sigh,
I see an expression sometimes on her
A look which says, she just bid her beloved ….goodbye.

In some ways she is like me
In some I wish I was like her….
My moon-lady.