I curiously gaze at the moon to find my answers through the whole night,
but it seems flunked like me, eclipsed behind the clouds, unable to save its own light.
Dissatisfaction is the trails of imbalance, I bosom in my heart,
endless clamours overflow within, trolling and darting like an abstract art.
Keep rising desires scorch me like the flames of burning fires,
whole body seared with torment, carting me to the desperate despairs.
Shadow cries with the thirst of salvation but soul craves to survive,
this anarchy creates chaos and leaves me in the pursuit of a life.
Irresistible demands squeeze the sky in my dreams,
like a long hopeless search in the steeped dark night for the beams.
Life flows in with so many falls of new beings but unable to trace one,
like a melting candle lighting the whole surrounding, eventually lost by its own flame.
There are lots of titans inside me sharing the same spheres.
I brood sometimes for increasing the evil transactions on the pavement inside,
there is no accounting, there is no archive, there is nothing to refer at my side.
Just a lost uncalculated cluster of goods which is flourishing inside as dreams,
I wonder I was born naked but gradually became wicked just to chase false fames.
I am overburdened with the fictitious desires which shall reduce my living,
Oh my God! I implore, I sue for peace, please return me the reason of my being.
I am disillusioned from all the traps and complexities today,
Just the last desire is to rest my soul in peace some day.
when I come back from the ride of my thoughts,
the night swoops over my desire,
sometimes night, sometimes the desire near winning the fight.
At last the desire succumbs to the darkness of the night in the blitz,
this story, when I sit alone on the courtyard in a lunar eclipse.