Unbroken Moon

I was so lost in the bottle of wine of memories
Even tried to straighten up the lines on my brain
Sewing them together, trying to make sense of what I Was seeing inside my head
My eye seeing my son feed me
Asking if I was OK. IF the food tasted good
How could I ever tell him how it tasted when I was lost my own world
Oh the room, painted in pink,
the same bed I was so in love with for the past few years
All I could remember of the past few years of my life was this room
Is that even now? Is it present? or am I drifting
Wait, I see him dont I? Or is he just a memory?
Man am I not tough. So tough that I would never accept the pain am going through
Never infront of this little one. Never!
But what am I even talking about?
Am I not with my friends? In my college?
Swift like a gazelle. Full of pride and majesty like a Lion
Aint we all feel that way when we are hot blooded?
I see my old home where my mom fed me
I grew up playing in these streets
Falling in Love, making sure I made her a part of my decades long life
Oh and the beautiful kids she gave me? Did I not watch them grow here?
Why did my brother leave without telling me I wonder?
I asked you dint I? OR was it my imagination as well.
Cheer up son! Am I not making a show here? Like a clown
A senile father who refuses to accept weakness
Why do you keep on asking if am alright? Dont I look good. Atleast I pretend.
Why do you ask me if I remember you? I do. How could I ever forget my own blood
But, I wonder why I can not answer you.
I see the woman who shared her life with me, I recognize her scent and her voice
But why can't I tell her that?
I want you to look at yourself from my eyes
See for yourself I havent forgotten you. How could I prove it?
How could I make you believe?
Flashes of memory. You in my arms
You smiling infront of my eyes
You playing in front of our homes
You making me happy
You cooking the food I love
You, my family, surrounding me!
Yes thats my FINAL memory of you all
I really wish I could tell you that, but am lost for words.
Someday, you will understand what am saying.
What this senile father of yours was trying to say.
Thanks for making me look handsome, till the end!
I remained unbroken, till the end!

"The beautiful and mighty Moon dressed in white linen descended into heavens. Into the dark clouds. I wonder why you were named after a Moon when you were bold and mighty like a Sun. I wonder of the First Rays of Sun will ever see another day. If only the rays vanish forever into these dark poems."