Before starting writing of this piece, I thought twice whether it’ll be silly to write down such feelings.. but it matters more what you give, rather than what you gain.
Even if it’s a age old tradition of putting down feelings in nature’s dictionary, I still find it the perfect place. Periodically changing is this phase, like the moon’s face.
New interest brings new streak of learning.. constantly updating is the meaning.. striking balance with attraction, once inclining.
Unraveled the mystery of alphabets, once that seemed designs.. rice also grows, like wheat does besides.. drums sound pleasant straight, like they do on sides..
Sandalwood became more important than sandals, coconut oil more than coconut.. turmeric and neem more than adding to soaps and banana chips than bananas..
Flattened inclination changed with ticking time. Wait seasoned with years long practice, chases the changing faces of moon. Imaginary sea breeze might turn away anytime, still tired body finds satisfaction in it.
Word or two of love and care or a caressing hand is awaited everyday, knowing it’s like the moon’s face. Because when the waves return, all left will be designs, sandal, rice, wait and smouldering desires. And the chase of moon’s face will be left uninclined.
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