It is I
Who stands above
but is placed below;
whose place is high
but you've pictured so low,
when you neglected me to go solo.
It is I
Who's always there,
at the circumference of your continuous circumstances;
the unused parameter.
Only if you'll let me in the radius of your chaos, your dark gloomy days.
I'm that satellite;
the trailblazer
but my path you thread not.
You rather seek solace
in the comfy arms of complaints.
I'm the Moon... light.
Yes, I'm a light you blindly look at.
How would you see me?
When the sorrows of the night you love to kiss
letting pang bang you.
Cos you await joy
whose footsteps are heard only in the morning.
Only if you could unveil this shady spectacle
clouding the eyes of your heart
& the brain of your understanding.
Here I am,
the moon... light.
Who will pave way for an all round joy.
Your days will be bright
in your nights, I'll illuminate your path
& your every season will gloom.
Only if you start seeing me
For who I am.