The mysterious lady

The dish TV with AC below it
Looks like a lady in moonlight
So I turn my eyes
At one specific angle
And there I behold

The mysterious lady
The music is functional
In terms of my stay
Here on this dark way
But it's beautiful
Moon in full bloom
In clear grey sky
That lady a bit shy
Some orange lights
Nearby
Caution or mundane
Why the orange light
Oh ya. This is
Yet another norm
Of the world
So far from storm
Or possibly
throughout in it
For I see my lady
So blank
So amiss
Coz she turns electrical
Dead set of gadgets
When I look at her
But from a certain angle
She surely is an angel
But oh! The only star in sky
Why are you alone
So aloof, so wry
For the world at night
Is to be happy
And smile
It is you for yourself
It's totally your time
Under moon light
So shiny bright.

I won't look at you
Anymore
Alone you seem
Too powerful
Too sure
For your confusions
You hide.
From anxities
You slide.
Yet the core
Stays cold.
Right in the middle of lava
So warm so pure.

And you be you
Until you digest this crew
And feel that moon
Right beside
Waiting to dance
Right by your side.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer