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I would rather stay awake with the moon


And, the moon gleamed against the dark of the night.

Every ghost, came alive.

Things I have lost, swirled the air… the absence turned into the presence of the void.

Could I wake up from this plain reality?

Need I hold on to this thread loosening from the rope of my admiration?

To make sense and reason with the illusion of time, what is it if not treachery?


Shall I, turn to the spots marked on the surface of the moon?

Will the haunted smile back to the possession of what is dimming now?

How far must the memory stretch to sustain in the haze of dilemmas?

What am I seeing? The road I left behind, I can’t keep myself from longing to look back.

The unknown was supposed to be a gleam of pleasure…

But where do I hide the doubts of sanity?


To disappear, in the long shadows, in the meadows, barefoot while it rains…

And wait, wait for the moon to shower the white light,

I don’t want to let this go, this moment of complete satisfaction,

Once lost I know the transition will burn the flesh…

These uncontrolled thoughts and raging impulses,

All of my beats and an ache to dissolve, is this being alive?


Will it be alright, to spend the moments in silence?

And, as the moon rose up, I opened my eyes

I opened my eyes to a grasping acceptance of experiencing an ocean of existence.

For, all I had and will ever have, I would rather stay awake with 'the moon'

"Ghar - Bharat Chauhan"


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Tanmay Gandhi
Tanmay Gandhi
08 mai 2022

Jo chup rahu to dil ke daag jalte hai

Jo bol du to bhujte chiraag jalte hai


Ab to hasi bhi nahi aati, zamaana has raha hai Log kehte hai mera dil aur Jaan kahi aur bas raha hai

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