Moon N Me

As darkness absorbed in my reveries, my usual lapse accommodated itself in height of melancholy but not in this conscience. Then I found myself in my room and my window opened. Everything in upheaval, a white structure, huge, marvelously at apex of my window. I in white robe swayed to it, it was moon at my window side. It said: my and your air is full of cry and clamor, I have advanced in blackest abysses but I found your inflictions darker then so, why? I sharply spitted all skulked pains, hypnotically. I being the slave of my doctrines, told every stealthily guarded impulse, not fearing of any undignified disclosure anymore. I stretched my dreary monotony and passionately exaggerated some sentimental wailings of past. It reposed in meticulous care and said: only contentment and engaged happiness would have been an impracticable theory in this world, every being is balanced, by faults and sanity of soul, there are boundaries defined for every sense, every pleasure and grief, why do you preoccupy yourself in such petty calculations of your life? I said: moon, you are just like me. It asked how, I said, we both take our real selves in the darkness. Agreed moon said: But we both shine. I said: yes, you the white light and then my words strangled. Moon seized the auspicious moment and corresponded: and you in your eyes shedding, Agreed me said, there is one more thing, we both embody our abandonments, you got pierced holes in your body, while my dejection gave me an amper self. But my friend, I said to my new attested loyalty; every night you are there, out, visible, ready to receive anticipated attentions, I don’t. I just cannot make it. Moon said in angular features; don’t appeal your agony by this agile mind. My voice thwarted, no! It’s a righteous opinion of myself. I confine myself from the very dearest minds, as an adulated stranger, unoriginal, my friend, I execute my every desire by myself, you don’t. My acquired timidity fails me to claim my accessible pleasures. While it accused a glance at me I said further, Moon! You do run and disappear and I don’t, I shove my existence in this perilous structure. If you’d be me and I be you, then before this presumed suicide , if you and I beeline, I in space from up there , you in my body , we both shall share some suavity of our jeopardies then. It smiled, swiftly swelled: look, every night a star dies nears by me, every night a being twinkles at my foot , I appreciate the beauty and spin, then it dies , I grieve and hollows appears in me by these buried brutalities of my life. These are the significant truths of our lives my friend. Our lives suffer friction but don’t forget that they are prevailed by wiser counsels, and one day I and you, every being would diffuse in nothing but dust. Then there your soul would be your originality, thought it must be unexceptional but welcomed , if you passed every fraction of your life weighing your life in demerits and merits. If the indecent world violates your decency then don’t forget, your fiends would not dissolve you, but the prejudices that you hold against yourself would destroy you. There is one life, to show to act. This is the texture of man’s soul and life. Don’t try to be the victim but the ultimate verdict of tranquility, like a saint, grow on the thorn, be a flower, this is where peace and happiness would spring. My voice stuttered, swayed my head down, as in a way accepting the just summarized by its loyal visit. A heavy and sullen silence resided, it was sufficient to soliloquy. We both felt cold and found our answers, that there are going to be no answers for our intellectual mazes, in this life, in this existence they are beheld by Him, our accumulated burdens are only to be lifted by valor, from Him. I wanted to raise my face and look at my alien splendor when just then a ray illuminated us, moon had gone and I dropped on the ground after this anomalous experience. Thrust back in the darkness of my room, closed in satiation. Like from every dream I returned in an awkward dilemma. My audible intimations with moon produced an attested loyalty in my heart. As I woke, I descended to my window, same barren view, but my heart had an appreciable relief, my sight blind to beauty was now seeing, dear ones around me, though it was late to claim the ones lost but I was wise now, enough to survive with some left love in my heart. The assembled arguments with moon had arrested my malign thoughts and my head along with the path was light now.