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An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

Waxing and Waning


Am I here, or there

Nowhere? Yet everywhere?

Around you, in the scent,
Irresolute, and indefinable,
A whiff, that comes upon the
Light breeze of memories?

Or the heaviness of reality?

The tides turn, tuned to
A testy treacle moon
As you do, and I…

Awash, washed away,
Smothered, cloying

The fragrance of love
Is overpowering.

I am, therefore,
Waxing poetic,
In the light of the
Waning moon.

Still, longing,
Yearning, as that
Fox… Unrequited.


12 July, 2011


Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

3 thoughts on “Waxing and Waning

  1. Worry not for the waning moonas it will grow again very soonand you will be granted a boonfor your love will hear your communeand a butterfly will emerge from the cocoon.


  2. Thank you Govind. No matter, the sun, moon or boon, a butterfly will have to emerge now!


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