you ask me whether you are making inroads into my space and time. you ask me whether you are imposing yourself on me. and I smile and reflect that the moon knows how alone I have been all these years...

What do I tell the Moon, who asks meWhy are we not together?

You must feel the rustle of the leaves. You must feel the rumble of the clouds. The flowers sing their own songs. The bees create their own rhythm. The waves serenade with distinct notes. The breeze captivates in its own chords. And the moon mesmerizes in her own melodies. You must understand the symphony of nature.

The Moon is not an Electric light bulb!

The moon will go through different phases –waxing and waning; yet its changing phasesare the constant we hold on to for all our life

You must wait and watch and one night you will understand, the language ofthe phases of the Moon.

The Moon is not an electric light bulb that you can change with another!

She is the magic of a full moon light!

You are the Moon who comes in the night. I am the Mountain who waits for you the whole day. And finally when night arrives, you heal me!