Lunatic Nights

I had not been on talking terms with moon since a long time. It had been difficult since you don't have too many choices in sky. In lonely nights, if you refuse to look at moon, you would gaze in emptiness and the emptiness in turn gazes back to you

Till a few years back we were best of friends. I had even introduced Her to moon. In those lunatic nights, when She would look at moon, the moon would shine in Her eyes. Oh! How fair She would look with those two little moons twinkling! That's the beautiful thing about beauty - when you look at it, you too look beautiful.

Last night moon had come quite close to earth. God knows what passion burns her every night, but she looked brighter than usual, and that effected a rift between the clouds. The poor clouds fell apart here and there in sky, as if something exploded inside them, perhaps envy. Suppressing her smile, she moved proudly like a princess, wearing a golden ring around herself. When her eyes fell on me, she caught me looking up at her. She smiled and I smiled back. We knew we had patched up.