I wear a mask

You cannot see me

I am merely words

I am a thief

Stealing the image

Of who a writer is

My pen name she is tender

My pen name she is tough

She is a part of me

But then again she's not

It would be an honor

To be something like her

But for now I will walk afraid

Of my entire world

I am speaking

She is writing

Tell me what's the difference

Who is listening ?

I don't know

Together we are silent

I mutter poems under my breath

As I cross the street

She screams them from the roof tops

Until she can no longer speak

A name I cherish as my Father's gift,

A name I write and practically live,

A name so fresh, it reflects sunlight,

A name that practically lights up the night.

A name that is mine to identify with,

A name that sums me up every bit.

Vibha means the moonlight

The lady of the night,

And why would I ever replace

A name so bright?

So it stays with me 

No matter what i do,

My name's very essence

Helps me put the darkness through :)

Vibha in Hindi means moonlight. I was born at night so my Pa named me Moonlight :)