Baskadia

JUST THE MOON

That quiet stare, Those calm eyes. That cold warmth. Above in the sky high just sitting. A beauty in the cosmos. And ideal woman, my heart races. Like a rose with thorns My hands are far and can't have her. She adorns herself with stolen light, And like a mother makes sure to feed us. Who lets her children starve? But she quietly sits and exposes darkness. Across the lake and through the grass. Her yellow glow so refreshing. Casting shadows on the ships and boats. Unexplainable yet mesmerizing.

THE MOON'S REFLECTION

022 The mood above is as calm as always, the exact opposite of my heart's beatings. Its reflections on the clear waters make me feel closer to its bench, so close and just within my reach. And yet, it was far and beyond me, too far and impossible to hold his regime. I loved the moon, the calm and serene moon. But it was too much, too deep for me to atone. It would always belong somewhere, somewhere only the likes of it can enter. And I would just continue to look up at its supremity, ignoring th

Moon and the Flower

Live by the sun and love by the moon.

🌙 moon photography by Ayan Shrivastava

Sky

Night

Moon

It’s a moon picture

Moon 👉🌑🌕👈

Moon

Moon Circle

Today a circle is formed around the moon. This is called the "Moon Ring" It is a circular light around the moon that is formed by the reflection of sunlight on millions of ice crystals or water crystals scattered in the atmosphere. The sight of the halo around the moon is usually seen on winter nights but sometimes it is seen in summer. Today this sight is happening in different parts of Pakistan. These are all the views of my Lord's beautiful world. Note! This act has nothing to do with any kin

Moon

🌕 struck

Toxic Moon

001 The Moon's serene light cascaded upon my being, creating illusions of my deepest desire. To be on its embrace is what I kept on wishing, but it was ruthless and won't look to what thing I'm eager. The roses exuded enthralling fragrance, but its thorns are like poison, painful and unfeeling. In every hidden and simple glance, lies inside are my turmoil and grueling. I desire to be in the Moon's embrace, but what I got are all endless pain. I conspire to be with the Moon's grace, but what I go

only if the moon was a forest

~ if only the moon was a forest, the moonwalkers could get the sharp - edged stones pricked in their sensitive feets, but with the swishing sensation of the crumpled yellowish leaves, the feets get the touch of the quietened subtlety. the humming and murmuring of birds have the force to wake up the burried sentences being intricated with the silky strands filled up with sugary nectar sucked up by the butterflies residing inside the abdomen which on consuming evokes the feelings of slightly crunc

The moon

The moon is a dark brother with many sisters

Moon night raise

The moon was a warm smooth sparkle overhead, as though seeing it could turn into a melody according to anybody able to raise their head up.

The Moon is changing its Orbit

Published by PLAD RESEARCH CEO: Mr. Prakhar Vishwakarma

In front of the moon 🌝, we together 🤝

Short poem about sister. Written by Sobashi.M.P.Hirushani

Moon ghazal

I can’t remember the first time I saw it, seems it was always there, even with me in the womb, the moon. It must have been night, above the ocean, making a path on the waves, gilded invitation, the parchment moon. Or the day moon, see-through-y wafer over desert, caught in the arms of saguaro, thin-skinned, heart-stuck moon. Blue as new milk, aquarium water, Mexican tile, blue as cold-bitten fingertips, nailbeds’ quick-blue arcs, half-moons. How I felt when I saw my first grown boy, round-eyed,

Soliloquy of moon

Chand himself is soliloquizing.

Selenophile

Look at how the moon shines on a dark night Giving it her all--all her light Giving the humans light for a safe path Knowing real well that it was a borrowed light Oh poor Mr. Sun giving his all Giving all the light needed for us all As luna takes fame; for the light sol gave She became the hero for all human race Loved by every creature--every soul As if there aren't any cosmic god named sol

The Light in The Sky

It is about how God so powerful to create wonderful things