The stars have lost a battle with the moon,
They shriek with disdain.
"We are in millions", they boast as they conspire
The moon unaware of it peeks through lover's windows
It has been with them blessing their barren hearts.
The stars cast a dreamy spell blinding people's gaze.
But the moon, it keeps people awake
It finds itself in a poet's unsung verse
Or in the lover's blotted ink stained letters.
The night seems awake in its silvery touch
Yet the stars, look how they detest it's gleam!
Their envy causing them to blink
But does the moon care enough!
It has seen stories being born, it has bore the pain of loses
But it kept it's gleam alive.
For he knew, it healed bruised hearts
He knew what he meant to the world
He kept his gleam alive as the stars blinked and cursed!
"My love is enough for both of us", she often felt those words ring in her heart. She finally had understood that life wouldn't always follow her designs. That people are meant to leave but their memories won't. She often had wondered how someone could love her to such an extent when that person had always known that she wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. How could a person stand by her when she always acted as a fleeting shadow. She never had given hope for she knew the pain of dejection but he kept hoping like a hopeless vagabond. How she wished that he would some day hate her enough to let go. She devised ways to free him from this web, she acted cold, turned indifferent, did everything he detested and she finally saw some changes. It was a relief, he finally seemed to take hold of his life. She could see him grow responsible. He finally it seemed was learning to love himself. Phone calls died, meetings subsided, they become known strangers. All this while ...
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