Somewhere on the moon

by Aashna Nagpal

I have been trying to decipher your thin smile,
a shaky bridge between your ears. Those eyes,

slits- blocking away the truth, with a look of
longing, search for stars beyond your skin. The way

you chaliced your palms when it rained, like the
trees- letting the cuts of fate wash away, gladly.

How you blocked out the buildings with your hands
and with one eye open, looked at the way the sky

would be without them. I like the way how you
always talk about the moon, as if you have been

there, as if you found love there. Those amethyst
flowers you used to keep under your cotton sleeves,

have been growing inside me since the day you left.
The skin of the earth peels as I run away from

autumn- the season you detested unlike the
touch of horse’s mane against your cheeks.

I can only yearn to see you wading through
the lake in the valleys of Kashmir, where the

unclad trees pray for me to pass by them-
for a blow of air against their rotten wounds.

Only if you had known that the moon never
showed itself again, since that night. I know

you would come back if I told you that I can’t
reach to the place where I am headed to,

without your fingers pointing towards
that part of my soul, which I can call home.

Author Biography: Born in India, Aashna Nagpal is a seventeen year old studying in The Heritage School. She has been published in the Canvas Literary Journal. Poetry and travelling means the world to her. She truly believes Kashmir to be the most beautiful place on earth. Her poems attempt to explore human emotions.