You are my Moon

Thank you so much, my Muse
You met me
And along with the blood
The poems started running in my veins

Though I have never met you
Nor will I ever meet you
Though I have fought with you umpteen times

Yet, if you were not there
How would I break open so many times
How would the rays shine through
How would I blossom
Be love, see love
Now when I read my own poems
Listen to them
My eyes go teary
My heart heaves high

Like the waves rising to the moon
You are my moon, my Muse
I can only look at you from afar

Though I am no more a Chakor
I have become you
Loving you in all your phases
Wondering whether it is the clouds floating by
Or You….