The Moon Loves The Sun

By Isha Aradhana Mahapatra

The moon loves the sun

Her devotion spills

like the inky black that surrounds

but never reaches.

The moon is beautiful 

Her unmatched lure, an eternal muse

but she prays to one lord

each night, on her shimmering bed.

Let this veil I don

drink my tears and hide my flaws

Only my love shall shine

For the world to adore

The night hides my grotesque wounds

My unworthy, tainted soul

The shadow I cast

and the ugliness of my heart.

I am the silver maiden

the ethereal charm

the luminesce that adorns me

a gift of my beloved

She vanishes to the sun’s splendour

barred from his side

Her agony lost

in the brightness of the day

So she wraps herself

in borrowed beauty

drowning in cheers

The People's Goddess

This blessing of her beloved

She places above her rotting heart

night after night

dark cloak woven with stars

Herself, she gives away

Her insecurities she keeps close

His rage she tempers

For the moon loves the sun

By Isha Aradhana Mahapatra