Pain of a smile...

Winds blow to the calling moon,
Covering vast lands and ruin,
Of all shapes and sizes, it is crescent
Reminding of the past unpleasant.

Sitting back you throw a smile,
In all honesty, it does seem stupefying,
but the corner shows a little rile,
and the moon gazes back once in a while…

Dismay is what the eyes seek,
but the sight is obsucre and vision meek,
Slowly, the trance shifts to a muddy pool,
glancing upon a lotus trying to play it cool.

Focusing on the petal movements in the shine,
Swaying merrily to hide the withering in its prime.
You wave to the flower, for it’s support,
It is too late for heroics as nothing is holding it’s fort.

You curse the heavens, spurnt of joy,
Words echo and forth lightning strikes;
An angel appears and pleasantly dices
the air into elements of utmost prize.

Narrowing the eyes, she holds the hands,
Giving an innocent smile, like engraved statue of sands,
Touches the forehead with a strand of her hair,
Panorama of expressions come, revealing the pair.

Smile and Pain are partners in trade,
Without one, the other fades.

The angel vanishes like a dream,
Making you wonder if this is sane,
To decide, all you have is a
little smile and a little pain…