It's been ages
I slipped
through the night
with my favourite
the moon
and the light
when the wind
stood still
and watched
me gaze
through
the darkness
and the sight
and today,
wonders
the canvas
my pencil
the broken thoughts
and the moon too
do I still write
and smear
the charcoal
that made
my world
beautiful
yes I do
and the thoughts
flow
they still
make
my world
glow...
~Shashank~