Twinkling stars wink at
a dreaming damsel—
nudging her to
go to bed—
too late for crimson dreams
instead, rewind and be asleep
Gibbous at night
waning soon—
signals a woman in despair
that waxing is her boon—
got to trust her inner cycles of moon
to cleanse away her marooned moods
One dreams of a youthful romance
the other harbours perennial fears—
extremities of the same shade
pulling each to a different phase
Finally, a moonless night
gives them both a respite—
stars even brighter on that night
showers them with a calm delight