Surreal Moon

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In the wilderness of my mind, I always move

I always seek, I always want, I always behold,

Mesh of thoughts, dreams, visions and goals,

All to feel the essence,

glory of the moon;

It’s ever changing, it’s ever-reflecting,

The knowledge that is my own,

The more I wonder,

The more I try to grasp, the more I loose


Gasps in wonder, the dilemmas of soul,

Moon hides and seeks like my presence,

It let’s go so easily, all stories of its essence,

Then, it moves,

Like an era of time,

Then again, time stands still,


With stillness and pace,

It confounds the soul,

Glory is for none to behold;


I smile at it,

At those glimpses of wisdom,

A smile of eternity when love feels real,

An age of serenity, when all is surreal………..




Rupika Moitra


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