Spoken word poetry– something I was exposed to in the recent past. Although I should be finishing the essays that I have been piling forever now, I was hit, no, punched, by a wave of inspiration. And so I tried my hand at this oddly interesting form of poetry.
Inspired by a quote by Paulo Coelho:
“She didn’t quite know, what the relationship was between mad people and the moon, but it must be a strong one if they used the word ‘lunatic’ to describe the mad.”
It was when I sat beside the window,
staring at your round face.
Your round face that illuminated my side of the world.
Like a white blanket, you covered darkness
As it slipped into bed.
It was then when I realised how,
you shined so bright, you out-shined the stars.
Your rays, running off into oblivion.
It was then, when I forgot my every worry,
For you took care of me from above and made sure I slept.
I noticed your presence in every bed time story told.
You stayed there, reassuring me, giving me the will to exist.
You took care of me.
But I cannot do the same, for you’re too far away.
I basically personified the moon, giving it the name Luna.
This was honestly my first try. Hope it’s good???