MOONSTRUCK

The days are so dull; nights are bright.
I can’t see; there is too much light.

Why it happened to me? Is that my luck?
Why I wake up all night? Am I moonstruck?

In the dark, solemnity surmounts;
Bawdy voices, freaking sounds
Blood stained cry; red star in the sky.
I am loosing hope with a pathetic smile.

Still bantering with ruins of my dreams
feels like music, these astringent screams.

Nakedly standing in the front of mirror;
I brazenly gaze the wounds on the figure.

Charlatan, am I?
To myself and the world outside.
Are my thoughts arcane?
Will they go in vain?

Chasm is wide;
These fears will never hide.

In front of mirror everybody will remain naked.
Even if the world praise; soul will castigate.
Forever! Forever!