Lunatic's Random Thoughts

 Under the Moonlight (Nov 18) Dear Moon, Are you alone?  Every time when I see you, you're fighting and shining through phases half, full, quarter, red, orange, I talk to you. You listen to every heart breaking and happy stories of people as dusk awakens. The long breathe I take mesmerized by you thanking you for listening to me, it makes me realize as if I'm healing even if its just for a second. But today, when I saw you alone hiding behind those white and black clouds in a dark blue sky, I felt as if you're in pain covering those deep- dark scars something gave you. Do you feel alone when there are no stars? I realized, you listen to everybody's problems but, what about yours? Do your scars too carry a deep story behind them? Maybe I'm just personifying you but trust me I felt your loneliness and today after so long you brought me out of my numbness.  When your moonlight sprinkled a cold, soft aura, I realized maybe the everyday suffering of burning light ironica...

Nov 10, 2021   You were just one person but when you were no longer near me why did the whole world felt so empty and shallow. I know nothing of love but I kept asking myself "Do I still have the liberty to love you?" as you never left cause you never stayed though I was still in that place in every ends when you slowly started fading off my sight but I had long stopped waiting since there was no place to expect. You were just one person but you pushed me in the caged rollercoaster of emotions mostly rage and unanswerable questions on why why I chose you over me. Was that a hope or wish or a free will that tied me in chains of your memories? How could  I possibly move on when my entire existence reminded me of you? The wave of air, the seasons, the dreams, the voices, the rain, the people, the constant deja vu, the roads literally everything. You were not with me yet you were everywhere around.  You were just one person but I could never figure out the reasons and condi...

 Roses are signified as the symbol of love but I don't see it in the way people particularly see it. Maybe I don't wish to understand the legends behind it but I empathize the being of its core misery. Every time I see flower with people, I don't see people holding the flower but ironically, flower holding the people. When I see one, it seems dead to me but still whispering something in my heart to make me feel alive somewhere, something that harshly engraves every ounce of pain dealt before last breathe.  28th Feb Dear Rose,  Where do you wish to be? Is it in the hand of lovers? In the feet of God? Or, In the grave of dead? Every time  I  see you lying among there, the restlessness you hold within yourself exhausts me.  I question myself if you really are the symbol of love and romance as people dignify and the color of you  makes me feel as though something ripped you apart from depth.  The price you pay to hold these  creatures together , ...

 Why would anyone call the sun, cold? Now, this would be a very weird metaphor to come up with but we know for a fact that metaphors never give a straight meanings yet they do.  So, this is a letter to my sun around whom my world revolves both literally and metaphorically, however written during the time when the sun was not shining for me. In fact, the sun was in front of me but still I  was freezing in the arctic circle of deprived love. Although, it's still an unsolved mystery if my sun one day will shine for me making my sky warm, beautiful and bright.  Dec, 2021 Dear You, You came like a setting sun  That As peaceful as it looks But burns the sky red hot (perhaps like hell) Carves beautiful feelings in the depth of soul Then In the end, it sets Drowns the being glory of sky Though, I'm still waiting for that sunset To color my sky again When it's shining in someone else's I always prayed to God please let my sun be there for awhile longer, just a bit. But, ...