The Moon

Once on earth there were zombies. Among them zombies there was this zombie who was as usual running, hunting and suddenly he saw the moon. The moon he felt, the moon. Suddenly in his marooned life there was the moon. “Oh! The moon where have you been?” he said. He forgot to run, to hunt he forgot it all. He had the moon. It was like magic.

Moon looked at him some times, at least that’s what he thought. May be moon loves him back, May be moon abhors him.

Futile love that’s what it was...or was it? He who has fallen without gravity would know.. he who had played with a tornado would know..He who has leapt from a cliff just for an idea would know.

Well, days passed creatures around ate each other until there was nothing else to. Nobody noticed this moon gazer. He didn’t mind too. But then they finally saw him. He saw them coming. He was not afraid to be eaten away, he was already dead. All he thought had the moon known. Yes moon would have refuted him, he knew it already. But boy, the satisfaction that the moon knows..totally different thing!

And so eventually the zombie was eaten away. Moon never knew he existed. Dumb zombie I’d say.. investing in love.. so unlike them..but may be.. just may be he wasn’t a zombie.. may be he was human... fighting for his existence.. sheep in a wolf’s skin. How would that have changed anything is still a question.. not that humans are expert in love...yes they feel it.. but that’s about it.

How does it matter the moon anyway?