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!
"Read between the lines", I heard our professor say. We were in midst of a Victorian text. I looked at her point blank. She had spoken about something which I had no clue about. "Ma'am, would you please elaborate? ", I tried framing this sentence in my mind but my introverted self overpowered my inquisitive soul like everytime. I hopelessly waited for an explanation. Ma'am started explaining about how beyond the surface meaning of any written text, there lay a wide plethora of meaning which wasn't explicitly stated. She talked about finding a void between the written words and our imagination, that void which shapes our interpretation. That explanation opened doors to my perception of reading a text. It wasn't that I had never considered about the possibilities of meanings that lay coated in words until then, but, what perhaps I lacked was to look for that void where I questioned the layers of meaning, where I put myself in those layers of wo...
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