Threesome

The moon

I have walked across the moonbeams,
I have talked to the moon,
I have traced it's rugged face,
I have stood and cried at it's lune.

It's been my only friend,
Since times once upon,
On all my dark starless nights,
It has gently shone.

The others

They have left me waiting,
Each and every one of them,
For a chance to strike a score,
As if life's a little game.

I have failed them all,
I have drove them away,
They have cried for me,
Some still pray.

The lunatic

I am a lunatic, I don't care,
I am happy with my moon,
I'll dance my askew moves forever,
Keeping to it's tune.
© 2009 Rituparna Das