A New-Moon

A New-Moon
Whenever sorrow and silence have reached a zenith within me, whenever they have rushed to embrace me with their arms open, whenever they have touched me with a sorrowful sense of peace, I have seen Zeenat coming to me, and leading me into a world beyond all contemporary misery, agony and anguish. I have seen her image in a full-moon shining in the sky every few days. I never held her in my arms, although it always stood only a few feet away from me.



I have always wanted to touch the beautiful imagery while it stood before my disturbed sight, but my hands always met a mist whenever I extended them. Eventually, I realised it was a phantom I had always sought. She had occupied dominions of my sleep till now, but with a sunrise round the corner, with the bitter waters of her captivity receding, Zeenat is to creep tip-toe softly into my world.



Zeenat has always been a part of a bright and fair moon in the sky above me, she has been present in each and every beam of moonlight that fell on the ground before me every night since I stopped dreaming. I couldn’t find her in the opacity of the night the beams of moonlight covered; it was too black and dark: Zeenat is of a brighter hue. There was a slight awry distribution of sunlight at twilight that preceded sunset; Zeenat has certainly been a huge relief from the glaring sun that was a part of the day that preceded night.



The problem is Zeenat is visible to me only in the night. I shall have to wait for quite a long time before it is night in my world. Even then, I shall have to trek a long way through the night, explore all  it had to offer to me before I finally get to see a full-moon. It is to be  a long, dark and cold night, I know. I guess I should enjoy whatever little the night has to offer in itself while I move towards Zeenat. There is a lot to be discovered, and a lot more to be found while the peaceful aura of the night is explored. All my nocturnal adventures are to take a long time, I know.



A full-moon has been presented before me in the form of a reward, while everyone else looks at it as an ordinary sight. I am in a better position to appreciate all mysteries of darkness and light presented by a contrast between day and night. The moon is certainly a sight I had been yearning to look at for a long time, but the very fact that its sight had been unreasonably delayed has made it quite like a picture I have been looking at for a long time. It doesn’t evoke a sense of novelty and freshness it should in the normal course of events.



The moon is certainly a novelty for me, and so is its bright and clear surface. I shall eventually get used to looking at it, but I shall never get tired of it. I look at a new-moon every few days very carefully.