The Wall

And just like that the grey Wall stands. Strong and daunting. Looking down at people who would come there to spit on it. It must have been hard to stand there, stained with all the dirt that the world had to throw at it.

It's not only the dirt. This grey beast bears on its body the testimony of hundreds of love stories. Person X loves Person Y enclosed in heart-shaped fences were scattered helter-skelter on it. Some engravings have been blurred by time whilst some others are yet to meet their ultimate fate.

Standing indifferent amidst all the neglect that is flung at it and all the love that is curved on it, the Wall mocks the most powerful weakness of mankind, their emotions.

Poets now and then have mentioned the moon in their work. How it's a companion to the lonely souls. How it is an epitome of beauty in spite of its scars.

Honestly speaking, I could never befriend the moon.  I remember looking up at night to catch a glimpse of the moon one cloudy night. I couldn't find. My gaze free feel from the lofty horizon and rest of a wall, standing on the ground. It felt like someone had just swept me from the world of fantasy and carefully place my feet on the ground. My eyes scanned that what had just caught its gaze. They didn't like what they saw. Obviously so, there they were in search of the moon when they met this huge grey wall. 

Nights passed, I would still look out of the window in search of the moon and end up meeting the Wall. So what was not imperfectly perfect as the moon? At least it never disappeared. It was like that friend who never leaves your side even when the nights get stormy. 

More nights had passed since that realization. 

My friendship had faded like the moon in the sunny sky. I had a new friend now. My mobile. I never left me alone. The surge of messages, phone calls and other activities had trapped me in a world that is lightyears away from the real one. 

I was living there a happy princess until today when a raging storm blew out the lights. I hurried to shut my window as fast as I can. 

And there I was, standing in front of an old friend of mine.