dazed dots

we welcomed a lackluster summer,
wanting sights and sounds,
startled by a paradigm of bits and pieces,
humans trying to get stronger in leaps and bounds.
myriads of thoughts danced in my head ceaselessly,
trying not to fall asleep when it rained,
sipping piping hot coffee,
ruminating on the animals chained.

the guitar piling up dust in the drawing room was strummed every morning.
for the first time in months, the patio wasn't empty.
park never looked so untrodden.
love breathed in abundance.

we allowed our minds to saunter.
minds seized by cellphones.

i grew accustomed to smiling at tetchy Mrs. D'Souza across the hallway,
tirelessly searching for her lost gemstones.
no end to my family's chaotic idiocy,
wishing we were hallucinating,
eardrums craved to tether this lunacy.
yet,
love did breathe in abundance

                         - Isha 

                         

luna

she gazed at the orchestrated constellations.

but every single time the moon rose and hovered over her head,

she was struck by it.

the sun cleared the way for the moon.

slowly.

it was more than watching the rays of light lose their brightness.

opening doors for things that were left unsaid.

the clouds hid the moon every time she felt powerless.

as if people wouldn't admire her and take oaths of their love.

the moon is filled with gratitude for the tremendous love that she's showered with.

a love that seldom gets a chance to survive.

the one that makes her look picturesque every night.

so altruistic that she dazzles like a diamond.

the luminous glow of the celestite in her hand mumbled,

i won't let a sole fragment scar you. 
                                                          - Isha