As silent as a grave yard...
Below the graves,
Very alive fishes were having their nude bath...
A lone music that vibrates through the serene atmosphere...
That's the music of paddle kissing the shy waters...
As a moon hangs up above our heads...
It is me, my moon and our boat...
Having a solitary voyage together between the River Po and River Piave...
Only then, science took a note
''Moon can cause neither tides nor waves on River surface...''
Doctors say 60 % of human body is water...
and the scientists quote life began in water...
But none of them are aware that
'My Life' and 'My Body' is just seated diametrically
Yet enveloped together by water.
There exists a small lamp illuminated between us...
Obscuring the light that glows from the moon on board
Thereby forming an 'Eclipse'.
However, no eclipse shall dare to hide my moon.
My middle finger goes up for the asleep eclipse
Paddled quite a long way now...
Literally WE are an island now.
What are we ?
Probably a Noah's Ark ?
His ARK might have had all sort of lives in it
Having one complete life in a small boat ?
Of course not.
For the first time in my life,
I spotted a mermaid and that withal in the river...
For the first time in my life,
I spotted the very same mermaid drowning and diminishing in to the very same river.
That's 'Moon Effect'.
We are just refugees on the boat...
Who seek neither a life nor a citizenship...
Wherever the boat hits,
It shall be and should called as land of milk and honey
That's the reason why I named our boat as MOSES.
No words were uttered...
It was just the music of paddles...
Languages, letters and words
All of them were silenced...
By the silence between our four lips.
Oh I forgot...
My backpack and some stuffs in them.
Now a flask of hot coffee.
Each a cup and multiple sips.
Coffee can be no way hotter than the environment.
Yet the humidity scored a century.
As time passes by...
I can sense it as night because of the darkness struggling to encircle my moon...
In time travel one can never check his watch...
So the time has come...
The sky turns blue gradually...
War between the stars and sun arrives to an end...
The white sky inherits some blue blood in them...
Bloods of slain stars...
Though the stars have lost the war,
They said, 'We will be back soon."
And so the sun.
Even as the sky's moon prefers to go home...
The moon on the boat,
Derived the same thought of her distant relative...
"Wanna go home" she said.
"Home is where heart resides,
You are home already"- I replied.
Time can only separate people
Time can only separate two different souls
Time can never ever separate a 'singled soul of two bodies'.
However, its my turn and time to disclose those words.
I took a bouquet full of red roses.
"Hey one more ride ?"
That's not the way the ride ends..
That's the way only the post ends.
A boat ride under the sky by drifting at the Venice waters
And especially with your favorite person...?
I call that as 'Lifetime moment.'Someday, it would come true
I will add the real picture.
Till then, the post prefers to speak without a picture :D
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