Description

The imperfectly perfect moon has its own phases. Phases that are a part of it being as beautiful as we see it to be. We all are imperfectly perfect. We all grow in a process and pass through our own phases. We are all moon. Moon of our own solar system. These phases make us what we are. A phase of us, the moon, is teenage. The years that define our life ahead. Teenage years shape us to face the years ahead. The turning point as they are called. While being in this phase, I have gone through a lot of things too and year by year I have grown. These poems are written in my phase of teenage.

The “teenage of moon” i.e. the incomplete, growing moon .We navigate the crescent curves of our own evolving identities.