New Moon

if i cry tonight
i will cry
for all the other hundred sad reasons
i might think of
but not because of you.
if i cry tonight
perhaps i’ve remembered
the wounds i thought i’ve healed
or the scars i thought i never had
you are not supposed to comfort me.
you are to remain oblivious
and dismiss everything
as just another bad dream
that i’m having.
just for tonight
go back to your world
and as usual
i’ll go to my corner
and lick my wounds
and cry myself to sleep
if i cry tonight
i will cry
for all the other hundred sad reasons
i might think of
but not because of you.

sitting
here with all
those thoughts i
cannot drive away
makes me ignore the unusual
silence that everything around me
has gone into.
it is as if i have found
a priceless treasure;
as if a breathtaking view
is before me.
so near yet beyond my reach
i cannot but only appreciate
from where i stand and
from where i am supposed to be.
and pray
that someday
i’ll be a part
of that masterpiece.

even playgrounds get lonely at night
when all the children have been called home
the bright colored fixtures embraced by shadows
and the childish screams replaced by the rustling of leaves.
silence reigns every now and then.
tomorrow, life begins anew.

Many times
I just stand
in silence; in wonder,
in awe and watch as God
unfolds His plans in front of me.
Things have always been unclear for me.
But now I can see as if something was taken
away from my eyes. Soon enough, I will again
lose sight.
Indeed, more things are yet to be seen.