Vanished Romance

When the moon feeds
on the residue
of a dying fireball,

I replenish my thoughts
with the wicks of a zillion candles–
extending from the canopy
of a dark night

before the moon is blindfolded
by the beams of a rising sun,

and my dreams, crumble
in the working hours,
snuffed by heavy feet,
rushing to make ends meet.

22 thoughts on “Vanished Romance

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  3. When the moon feeds
    on the residue
    of a dying fireball

    that’s so beautifully said !๐Ÿ™‚

    And the wicks of zillion candles replensihing your thoughts, that’s even more beautiful.
    Romances vanish, aaahhh……. jut like that. Because we have to feed ourselves perhaps? Hunger is a romance killer, eh?

    Great piece of writing๐Ÿ™‚

    1. @ Ayesha .. Thanks much๐Ÿ™‚

      @ Cav .. Its so ironical today that to preserve a romance, one is conditioned to climb the ladder of materialistic success; the very condition in itself, a romance killer.

      Thanks for the comment!๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Shukriya!๐Ÿ™‚

      How have you been? Its nice to see you here!
      I was worried to think of you when the frightful news of swine flue were emanating from Mexico.

      Hope you’re well and fine!

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