From behind the clouds

 From Behind The Clouds

- Ishana Ghosh

They scattered clouds tried to hide the moon.

Yet, its golden lustre shone through.

And with the moon's light as his only guide,

the solitary man made his way

through the desert that spread out endlessly,

expecting to find what he was looking for,

waiting for him, at the end of the journey.

Desperation etched on his face,

loneliness his only company

but he wouldn't complain or ask for more

'cause after all, it was he.

It was he who had pushed away every being

that ever tried to care for him.

It was he who had yearned for solitude,

it was he who had never belonged anywhere

in the wretched society.

So why cry now?

Maybe, he'll truly get what he wants

when the journey is over,

maybe there'll be something

that's gonna make him happy, once again.

Maybe, he'll come to know whether he belongs, at all.

Or maybe, none of that's gonna happen.

But even so, loneliness seems so much better

that being burdened with all the negativity.

But there was a question that was bugging the moon,

' Is the darkness all that he can see?

Maybe I'm not the sun, who burns so brightly

that he sets ablaze all that he touches

but still, I am the moon. I am ME.

Is the little light that I offer

so insignificant that he won't even look at me?

Is my light of no worth at all, to him?'

And maybe, the overflowing emotions of the moon

is what made him catch a glimpse of her

and suddenly, he saw, that he

was no more the solitary man,

he was no more all by himself.

There were people around

who were smiling at him, so broadly

that he couldn't help but smile too,

and finally realise that there were

these people that cared,

there were those who'd never leave his side

and belonging with them was all he needed.

It'd be enough for him to keep on living.

And it is not like the darkness disappeared

because it most certainly did  not.

But the little light that cast the shadow,

made embracing the darkness, worth it.

And thus, he saw

that going on ahead, all by himself,

wasn't the only option anymore,

and he didn't have to be lonely,

if he didn't want to be.

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