The Sun inspires and speaks of brightness and ambition but I am always drawn to the Moon because of its transient quality and the ability to shine through the darkness. I see in it a reflection of human life – the indomitable spirit to attain glory even when destined to cyclic highs and lows. The Moon is me; it is each one of us. Here is an ode to resilience.
Moon rising from behind the clouds. Image generated using dream.ai.
In the swirling, shifting caramel of dawn Goodbyes of the Full Moon awaken me With gentle caresses; in silver disguise Strings of glimmer blaze past the drapes In to a space where sleep plays truant Yet, again.
Moonstruck, I gaze at the sparkly face Shimmering in the celestial expanse My friend of many slumberless nights I wonder how you waltz through it all – The waxing and waning, here today Unseen tomorrow!
Do you tremble when pieces dissolve Or when the dark side overtakes you How do you tiptoe through desolate fear? Sailing on stormy clouds; only to evolve From Night’s blue veil, in splendor whole Perfection galore!
Amazed, I ponder over your dire destiny Patiently cradling oblivion and agony You’ve known fawning painters, poets; How do you concede to Time’s sly games Embracing both radiance and gray shades Always with eternal grace!
I am just ME … a soul streaming across constellations, over eons of turbulent changes and tranquil noises, perturbed by the visions that engulf me and ruffled by the oft complacence that challenges the change. Yet, I must travel further across the galaxies, in search of the ultimate metamorphosis. Until then, I sojourn in this life, engrossed in my earthly callings of a wife, mother, professional, writer, dreamer, and seeker.
On this blog you will find a spectrum of fiction, poetry, reviews, thoughts, snippets, inspiration, experiences, voices, concerns, excerpts, and everything that the soul has gathered in her fold, over years of reading, searching, finding, losing, and discovering. I regularly indulge in various creative pursuits, like crochet, experimental cooking, reading, and writing, and I hold a managerial/editorial role in a financial services organization with a global footprint.
For a long time, social media hijacked my personal writing space, as I was sharing more on Facebook and writing Tweet-sized poetry on Twitter. Social media is instant but temporary gratification. Ultimately, a writer needs their own space, and personal blogging provides that space. I had started a blog more than a decade ago but all things need to be infused with new life, emerge in a new avatar, and so it is with my new blog space.
Let your love and encouragement pour into Blue Pen Strokes.
Check out Aneesha Shewani (@felinemusings)
View all posts by Aneesha Shewani
Blue Pen Strokes 