Cosmic Wanderings

Were they beads of grief, or your tears that never dried up?

Spilt across the sky, strangely beautiful.

The moon looked grim as if it had a broken heart,

I saw the dark side, it was brighter than I was from inside.

My eyes lit up, with a million colours, as I gazed up,

Vividly bright, yet a monochrome in my heart, blue.

Lying on my back, I was engulfed with a sense of inferiority,

Insignificant I was in this melancholic beauty.

~Arnav Gupta