The eyes kept staring at the moon, trying to figure out if there was any truth in words of the people. They could just see the lines, the marks, the wrinkles; the folds on the moon's surface but alas! Nothing extraordinary, nothing to prove or reinforce the rightness in what everyone said. But still they never gave up on perseverance, and they persevered. The coolness, calmness being offered was making it easier for to follow in. There was enough to think about everything, enough of the solitude, enough of the stagnation of the thoughts. They drifted into the dreams where everything was facile, very far from the crude realism, where nothing was far and everything could be achieved. The only requisite - comfort was there, the feeling of security, nothing was fake, all dipped in the bath of love, nothing could stop you from being as juvenile as you wanted. Because now there was everything you ever wanted and would want in future, there with you holding your hand...
Banters of an enamoured soul, in all shades of grey. Life. Poetry. Some Proses. Light and Dark.