Moon is poetry. 

If it appears in the sky, I notice it and every time I notice it, I am in complete awe of its existence. 

If I am sad, the moon reads like a sad poetry.

If I am happy, the moon speaks like a happy poetry. 

Moon completely absorbs the emotions like a sponge and gives a shape and meaning to that emotion. Emotions, which keep changing like moon and with life. 

Moon is unlike Sun but it is the ever-changing truth of life. Sun appears to be consistent, appearing and disappearing around same time in a rhythm. But it is only half truth about Sun. Moon appears to be inconsistent but that is also not the full truth. 

Moon-watching came much later in my life. Initially, it was more about photographing the moon and its craters. But then I observed the pattern of moonrise and moonset and why we cannot spot moon at the same time and same place every day even in the changing shape. I did not remember paying attention to the moonrise and moonsets ever. It was simple happiness of discovering moon and its patterns that transformed into my love for moon-watching. 

I experienced that moon watching is different from Sun watching. There is an excitement in waiting for the full moon, Purnima, because it is not every day. The darkness of night is defined for the absence of moon in the new moon, Amavasya, night sky. I observed the sea waves dancing more beautifully and singing more loudly on Purnina & Amavasya. And then I noticed while tracking time and important days that our culture’s rhythm is beautifully composed around cycles of Purnima & Amavasya. 

The most beautiful expression about moon came from my daughter who said moon is like a hair clip of Shiva. I read her moon poetry in my words. Moon is the most visible accessory of the cosmic consciousness. 

I put my pictures of nature here.