ALSphere Foundation
The moon looks lonely as it lifts with finesse
Some of my sheer loneliness.
Silhouette of voidness descends in twilight
And in the vacuity of this city, I become quite
Tears pour ink with rues
With a quill made from the myriad of plumage and hues.
I pen about the land of petrichor
Hums rhapsody of my valleys in the moors.
The moon who has no boundaries above could see my land
She admits that my lost land is indeed grand.
In the silence of the blue night
We chat often about my lost abode and in trance took a flight.
And when some familiar faces appear like a blink
Time calls the effulgent star and she disappears with a wink
And I merge again in moist vacuity in this lonely city.
Sealed some loved faces and moments for eternity.
Moon too cannot stay with me forever.
Though she always tries to share my loneliness in her shoulder in this city of skyscrapers.
Every sundown sky I wait for the moon from my gallery
