‘CELESTIAL PLAY’

Well, there occurs a play,                                                                                 

A play of life amidst that celestial spin,

                                                      From an elegant crescent to the bright disc

The moon unravels the ethos veiled in

 The canvas begins like the new moon ring,

Shielded by the armor of earth

So that no unwanted colors spill in

The canvas slowly contours into crescent,

Where possessive walls of parental care are shed,

Yet glass doors of fear stay intact,

Where old blends are trusted high

Yet a pin hole of vigor gets an alibi

Then emanates the gibbous phase

Where strokes of poise

Spread to unmapped realms

Where a voluntary thrust has created a fusion,

A fusion of colors of gut , vigor and ambitious dreams

To reach a fork

 Where ‘valley’ or ‘summit’ is just one step away..

Only you don’t know ‘which’ …

Where the inner call and noise of world pull you enough

Only you don’t know which..

 Then knocks the full moon phase

Though the casings are different,

But wisdom is assured,

Because it either gives you wings of triumph

Or crutches to endure

Hence, is the canvas of life really made?

Well, to learn and to unlearn are echoes to each other

Like series of full moon and new moon they occur again..

 Crazy has been the world, so how can celestial art be sane!!

Thus begins a novel canvas all over again,

With a thrust of new amalgams and thoughts unchained.