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Moon Kaur Poem
Season-1: Graving Ourselves
We are graving ourselves in the middle of the trail,
Breathing smoke as air, skeletons block our way.
this path is ours, ash as rose on the floor.
This moon is too close to us burning our own sights.
These stars are blind in the middle of the night.
Our hearts are too wild to be graved,
Let them be blind, we can find our own way.
I can help you cross the floor and breathe this smoke,
Let them be close, I will reflect the sight on the floor.
Season-2 : We Were Playing
We called those stars blind
but they helped us hide in light.
We cloaked ourselves in quiet, and the moon belived the lie.
They saw us breathing smoke,
The soil, like saviour, gave us hope!
This grave is Deepo, smiling at us
like he wants to keep us in touch.
A mirror as our pawn on the floor,
Protecting us from the skeleton store.
It made them look — no place to hide.
Their faces burned in their own sight,
And the moon, once clever,
now burns with them.
Now we are in Deepo,
watching for an opening window.
A window where pluto sings- love unhexed,
in moonless light.
Fireworks are rising, feeling ignite,
We survived, just to scream — I love you tonight.
Copyright © Moon Kaur | Year Posted 2025
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Moon Kaur Poem
I just want to catch you on a date
in the middle of the ocean,
with all the running lights
on your face.
Picturing us in the sky,
which are captured
in your eyes.
The breeze playing
with your hairs.
No crowd,
no noise -
just you
in the middle of the ocean,
with butterflies.
We tell a secret,
soft and slow,
that has been hidden for years
in a muddy home.
You smiled
like you already knew -
the change...
it happened through you.
So meet me
where the moonlight falls.
'Cause love
kissed the sky.
We find us
on the shore now.
We are in a peace
which never happened before.
Never happened before...
Never happened before.
Copyright © Moon Kaur | Year Posted 2025
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Moon Kaur Poem
I am nobody for you.
You don't know I exist, too.
I'm a simple, shy girl
with some sixteen-year-old fantasies, too.
You don't know me,
and I either, too -
but there's something
I feel, too.
Wanna step up,
getting high with you,
scared to fall
in the images, too.
How say hi?
How say bye?
I'm here,
watching you
side of my eye.
I'm stressed out,
how to say you...
I'm that nobody
for you,
'cause we are
in our own cage, too.
Copyright © Moon Kaur | Year Posted 2025
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Moon Kaur Poem
Forgive me , it’s love , I’m falling for you
My heart can’t disguise
For your sake , I would fight till the skies , with courage aflame
Through fire I stride .
No fear can conquer , what I feel inside.
They whispers , ‘Such love can never survive’ ,
But what do they know of hearts kept alive ?
For you , I’d part with heaven’s own light ,
Even lose god’s hand if it gives you delight.
I can even win the battle , fierce by design ,
My soul reflects you perfectly fine ,
Powerful , intense spirits are align,
Our hearts forever are intertwined .
Copyright © Moon Kaur | Year Posted 2025
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Moon Kaur Poem
Innocent boy,
don't come.
Don't do it.
Don't wanna tear my habitat.
What if I told you
that I want you?
I'm also having
that deep desire.
I'm missing getting that dream...
Just can't lose the moment
and freeze.
I'm crying to get to bet -
having all the moments back.
Or...
if you are the main one crying,
killing all the moments.
Or you wanna loose,
ain't getting confused.
Innocent boy,
don't come.
Don't do it.
I can't be with you.
Copyright © Moon Kaur | Year Posted 2025
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Moon Kaur Poem
My soul is on your shelf,
Nobody's catching that.
Next to your photo frame,
Which gives me a heart attack.
Did you wanna tell me something?
Oh, I could make it clear.
Open the door, B-I-R-D-I-E,
My soul is on your shelf.
Copyright © Moon Kaur | Year Posted 2025
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Moon Kaur Poem
With Borrowed Faces in a Place
We are turning around with no faces,
Just in cases.
Heaven in our places,
Just two faces.
Screaming out so everyone hears our bases,
We can't hide our faces.
But truth still chases
Through hidden mazes.
Slow and smoky phrases.
Now we are visible - with our borrowed faces.
Time erases.
There are no traces.
We are turning around with no faces,
Just in cases.
Heaven in our places,
Just two faces.
Copyright © Moon Kaur | Year Posted 2025
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Moon Kaur Poem
All sudden, all sudden
Last sitting behind the tree
like a fresh flower
dropped down from the tree.
I wonder where it gone,
there was a cup of tea...
All sudden where it gone -
the cup of tea and
a fresh flower dropped
down from the tree.
There were some sort of dreams -
some are seen and other are unseen.
The flowers were all filled up.
The scary and sweet
both are with me.
The flowers were all filled
with breeze,
and sweetest air both with me.
All sudden, where it gone?
Now I am watching the tree.
Copyright © Moon Kaur | Year Posted 2025
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Moon Kaur Poem
They were only sitting.
Nothing heroic.
Nothing loud.
But quiet does not mean calm.
Inside her chest
a tide was rising—
thick with unsaid things,
heavy with days she carried alone.
Inside him too
another ocean pressed forward,
deep with storms,
deep with the weight of breathing through life.
Two oceans.
Two pressures.
Two restless waves.
Then—
her fingers brushed his.
Soft.
Curious.
Electric.
His hand answered,
closing around hers slowly—
like gravity remembering its work.
And when their fingers locked,
the tides began to move.
Her wave rushing forward.
His wave rushing back.
Faster.
Closer.
Stronger.
Eyes meeting.
Breath warming the small space between them.
His thumb tracing the quiet warmth of her hand.
Her pulse answering beneath his touch.
Two storms leaning nearer.
Until their foreheads touched—
and the waves collided.
Not to destroy.
Not to break.
But to intertwine.
His arm finding her waist.
Her fingers curling into his sleeve.
The pressure inside their chests
rising—
rising—
rising—
until their lips finally met.
And suddenly
the oceans forgot how to roar.
No one could tell
which wave was hers
and which was his anymore.
Only warmth.
Only breath.
Only the quiet rhythm
of two storms resting together.
And in that impossible calm,
between one heartbeat
and the next—
two waves,
two storms,
two restless seas…
finally learning
the rhythm
of one ocean.
Copyright © Moon Kaur | Year Posted 2026
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Moon Kaur Poem
Lightning in my heart, they want to make it stop.
Running from our faces, like ghosts we forgot.
In our multiverse, they're trying to catch us.
Hiding our fears, with their touch too much.
Lightning in my heart, they want to make it pound.
But this heart is mine - I refuse to be drowned.
Copyright © Moon Kaur | Year Posted 2025
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