The sun, the moon.

​Moon amidst the stars. 

Fragile, sensuous, serene 

With one frailty; 

love for paradoxes. 

Quite a dreamer Of daylight 

And saw the sun as a charmer

with beguiling chit-chats

Piercing the moon’s black soul.  

She thought it was paradise- 

A love that lingers between tacit and tactile. 

Sun cared less and burnt her a little.

Drenched the colour body and soul

Moon gave herself to the sun.

-ga.n.ga