#vss365 #bionicanadian #inkmine #writemap #SharadPoornima Tonight, the moon seems lovelier than before Heavens have opened a secret door To bathe the earth in silver I sit beneath its spell And time stands still   It is not the first time I have seen its face I have known its light in many a time and place Since childhood, through the tapering years that ebb and flow I have watched its gentle radiance come and go Upon the rooftop, where the warm winds slept Along the village paths where moonlight crept Through train windows Where the world rushed past Between tall towers, glimpsed at last The moon was always there serene and whole I along with every fragile beauty changing, season after season Learning the grief of love,the weight of reason Moon has never changed at all Becomes a different world to each of us To a child, a toy in a far-off sky To youth, a dream that teaches the heart to fly To lovers, it is longing dressed in light A promise in the arms of night To poets, a metaphor the soul has known To sages, a truth in silence A mystery veiled in mathematical grace And to the old, whose days have softly flown A lamp that lights the roads of years gone by I think, each soul must surely own A private moon, beyond all mortal art That rises in the sky behind the heart No telescope can find its hidden place No photograph can capture all its grace It shines through memories no words can frame And though the years pass by, it stays the same The cots waiting in the evening tide Or on the rooftop, where we lay awake at night My grandmother would weave her tales of old Of rabbits on the moon and kingdoms made of gold Of Chanda Mama, dear and far away And fairylands where dreams were free to stray We never asked if any tale was true But now, the world has hurried on its way We have forgotten how to let the hours stay The moon still rises over roof and tree But who among us has the time to see? Our phones announce the weather and the skies And silver moons appear before our eyes We capture what we scarcely stop to know Then leave before its light has time to grow Once, we waited for the moon to rise Now, we collect its image,digitised Once, beneath its light, we sat and dreamed Now, we scroll past the wonder that once gleamed We have learned to hold its likeness in our hands Lost the art of stillness that we understand Tonight, I watch the moon and something stirs The moon will shine when all our names are gone So let me sit a little longer here  No need to possess, or explain Some wonders lose their magic when we name Tonight, I need no answer from the skies Only the moon, the dark and wondering eyes For somewhere, in the stillness of this hour Beyond the reach of reason’s restless power The universe and I seem strangely one Tonight, the moon seems lovelier than before And wears my childhood Upon its face