How can I capture,
true meanings of your gestures,
for, your mood is capricious,
changing like a lunar phase.
Someday you are so gentle,
sweet words, feelings so tender,
like full moon, you feel closer,
sweet talks, with love & affection.
Yet, there were also days,
you seem distant, at heart,
as a waning gibbous, it recedes,
the beautiful smile, on your lips.
But then, you become volatile,
as you speak, or become silent,
and I feel, you reach third quarter,
when I tried, getting your attention.
As our meetings become infrequent,
chats delayed, calls remain unanswered,
I wondered, are you a waning crescent,
giving glimpses, fading into darkness.
The most painful, are those days,
you stop contact, ignore my pleas,
like a new moon, in pitch black night,
So, I was broken and disheartened.
Yet, then comes the reversal,
as slowly, you start answering,
and I wondered, should I be hopeful,
for finally experiencing, the full moon.
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