I Wait Beneath The Bleeding Moon

By Hardik Bansal

I stood where silence drowns the sea,

A shadow carved from memory.

The sky was bruised, the night was torn—

And still, I wait for you. Forlorn.

The moon bled red, like love undone,

A wound that pulsed where once was sun.

It watched me break beneath its light,

Still whispering your name to night.

You left like mist—no word, no sound.

Just empty tides and hollow ground.

But every wave still calls you home,

Though I am here, and you have gone.

Do you feel it?

This ache that grows

Each time the crimson moonlight glows?

Do you remember how we swore

That no dark sea could close our door?

I held your breath inside my chest,

Your touch, the ghost I can't forget.

Now time just circles like a tide,

That brings no peace, nor turns the night.

I scream in silence, cry in stone—

What’s longing but a love alone?

And if you never do return,

I’ll burn with every moon that burns.

But if you feel that pull—that flame—

Just say the wind still knows my name.

And I will cross the blood-lit sea,

To be where you remember me.

By Hardik Bansal