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there are certain things in life, which we rely on
some things which we take for granted
but appreciate nonetheless..
and one of such many beautiful things in the world..
for me .... is just... gazing up at the moon

Its like an inborn instinct to look up at the sky and follow the moon.. and to just gaze at it..makes me think of Gods and Vampires and Werewolves at the same time..

and then to think that man has actually been to the moon..but i am of the opinion that i would rather hv wished for it to hv not happened..i mean it takes away the mystery of it all to talk about moon in terms of its gravitaitonal pull...surface area and tempreature...guh...

So to all the moongazers of the night...

Keep on dreaming...the anansi is telling a story....


Footnote: Oh! and by the way .. a very Happy New Year !!! :D

{under observation}

Shhh... Don't think
you are thinking aloud

you are thinking wrong

They would know
They already do
& they would dislike you for what you are
this is not what they
intended you to become

Sustain your individuality
because if you dont have it
they would lose the purpose
in making you lose it

To have all...yet..love nothing
They know how to give with one hand...
all that you deserve
& use the other to take ...all the joys away

Happiness on your terms is a crime
....have your terms
only to not have them materialise
is what is desired

to want something so badly &
for it to be given to you only
so that you learn to hate it
to make you responsible for losing
what you love

They dont wish you to suffer
They want you to enjoy
all that they do to you
& to never doubt....
that they only want the best for you

To appreciate & accept all they say
no..not with eyes closed, ears closed
but to see it all, hear it all....
to be able to say it all
yet to be not given your own say
to be not heard at all....to be kept away

Its just a dummy that i have become

I dont know..
dont want to know
if this is the right way
or the wrong way
but it sure is not my way
i dont want it to be my way

Frosted

aah..my breath caught in the moment
too freezed to release
a smile greeting with warmth
such was my welcome at the winterland

colours and hues all merged together
as if all were blind
this is a land of black and white
shining in the brilliant moonlight

speeding through the highway
i noticed christmas on the trees
reds and greens peeping through
bells jingling with glee

Ohhh..what a beautiful place is this!

:D

by the lake...

A nameless citation...
dark waters of obscurity
linger... with their beauty
breathtaking in its quietude

hiding in the endless depths
secrets untold
like a twinkiling treasure...
i capture the moment

lordly clouds disintegrate into darkness
as the cherubic moon,
guards its own reflection...

Good Night!

A sleepy draught
finds me dreaming
wandering in the woods nearby

gurgling the river
stretching the skies
sleeping in the gallows

fog covers me up
as the moon sings a lullaby
twinkling stars gaze..

yawning roads
droopy boughs
wind drools ..whispering 'good night'

Charade

roaming around in the prison of my own make
each room glitters
decorated, carpeted stairs..
hanging memorabilias..
good luck charms..to chase the demons away

but like the commencement of a
public charade
the pause..applause..makes me stand
alone on tht stage

each beginning begins from an end
the end ends with the beginning
am so dazed up
and then thrs the spotlight

Sunset

enigmatic essence of the drowning sun
besides the wailing sea
drawn towards the night
seeking the horizon

fate has proclaimed the decree
dawn preceedes dusk
glistening..the low tides
soften the stiff rocks

engulfing the fiery sun
the darkness exudes
through its clammy claws
the glow dims to moon

revelation

what makes up a word
thoughts scrambled inside out
hanging in mid air
they resonate

humming in my head
happiness they excude
relieveing the pain
the anguish unclaimed

hurting like unrequited love
unanswered questions remain
brimming tears
throttle my words

silently, like a prayer
i refrain my reactions
ageing in just seconds..
i now long for tears..

Seeking a shore

another peg on the wheel
another road for me to tread...
out there in the distant path
a lonely start to the end

using a yardstick
i try to map out the way
gauging the let downs
preparing for them

but for all my efforts
i know in my heart
the shore that i seek
is still ..far

grudgingly
bemusingly
i pick up my bags
on the road...am on again


seeking a shore..to the neverlands

Train of thought

Swish..sweeping away
the breeze churns my poise ..
like a loud knock on the doorway
it renounces my respite

taking away my breath unchecked
it signals and sirens aloud
with the strings stil humming in my head
welcomes me aboard

the train of thought continues
images pass me by
of a girl close to tears
of a lad strumming the guitar... nearby

Let her cry..the song goes
Let her sing...it says
Let her be..it strums out
"when the sun comes up tomorrow"

Journey...

i am on a journey..completely confused
with what i am and what i would rather be
open to criticisms, judgements and..no i am not averse to them all

its easier to realise wht i need to do in life
than to actually get down to doing it
the vicious circle between what is and what could hv been..
shud hv been
is proving so difficult to break

it maybe so..tht the circle is of my own making
but..as of now..it exists...

Rain!

An eyeful of shinig pearls
Sliding down the glass pane
Cacophony sounds harmonious
As thunderous drums bellow

Whistling wind whispers a story
Demurely, moon looks on
Silent beneath the dark clouds
Serenly reigning the rage

Heaving with each wave
Haughty ocean of woes
Leaping at the empty sky
Splinters lash every stone

Flooded are the wastelands
Resurging the parched earth
Sleepy woods claim the night
Soaked, dripping with exuberence

Staircase

Going along the stairs…climbing up
Each step I have to take...and remind me, that I am another step closer
To what it is that I am leading to…have no clear idea…
But can’t stay here…have to take another step…

Away from where I was standing, Always on a new step…always moving on…
Losing familiarity…gaining friends…
Oscillating…in my highs and lows…
Nevertheless…moving on…

It feels great to have someone walking along...
holding you in case you stumble or fall
It feels better to give support to someone else who you meet on the way…
Understanding each other…& understanding our reason for moving on…

I know I am not alone in this journey…

I don’t even know if the next step that I take leads up….or is dragging me down….somewhere I do have an idea…but that too only of moving on

Leaving milestones…along the way…
to help us know our road back…when we lose our way…
by making true friends

Coz even though this journey is always about you and your goals alone…
It just seems all worthwhile to reach the end with friends along your side…

Encouraging you…sharing your sorrows…making each step a journey in itself…

What is it that we carry in our baggage when we move along….
memories…and trivia…
a feeling of loving and being loved
Caring, sharing, taking, stealing, demanding…hating…living!!!

Uncertainties are scattered all along the way…
Sometimes bringing sudden unexpected joys…..
sometimes taking away the guiding light…leaving you astray…

But always...we move on….that is the only way we know…

And somehow we always find a home at every step tht we take…
making it a little more of our own

It is said that the End justifies the means….maybe I’ll know for sure what it has all been about only after I have lived all, seen all, felt all

On a cold night

She lights the candles…
In flicker of flames
one can see her smile

She looks out of the window…
fingers on her pearls
the wind howling in pain

Her graceful glance…
holds you to her heart
bringing warmth

Reflection

Seeing ahead
Watching your step
Learning to control

What is there inside of me!
For none to behold

Sleeplessly wading through
The water of my dreams
Its hard to hear in the Silence
So absolute
So complete

Tinkering through my shallow heart
Feelings which run deep
With every drop they make me weak
They make me weep

Twisting in my tornado
Searching for solace,
Hands to embrace,
I hold on to my faith

Catch hold of me before i fall
Dont let the flowers fade

Good Morning!

Four cornered- right angled
Not an eye of God
Neither the mirror which reflects all
This is the window
On the opposite wall
It doesn’t look in
It helps me look out

I look out and I see
A World besides my own,
Troubles…not mine!
Laughter…which no one owns

Sitting pretty by the window
Is a little beetle bug..
Waiting for the sun to shine on its
Red and black shell..

And there are those who hate the sight of it…
While there are those who won’t let it move out of sight.

Tiny must the world seem to him,
In his shell,
Constricting…complaining… he must move on
Oh! If only he would have looked up from his burden
A wonderful world by the window, he would have found!

Why!

LIFE an acronym whose mystery we have been unable to solve .... yet ...

is it about being nice, tolerable, adorable, good-looking, living... ?
or abt taking risks..risking it all..being sick, killing yourself...killing others..

those who don't think about the reasons which brought them here... are blissfully happy
they are here only to enjoy the fruits of what has evidently been given to them as a problem to solve..

Why is it such a question..to find out why ??
Why is it that things turnout the way the things turnout..is it actually possible to predict outcomes..to find out the answer

am i really not the one making my own decisions...are these not my own thoughts..

why do we dream ..why do we hope..what is it that we dream about..

What is it that makes me happy....That should be an easy question...I am happy when I am with my friends, family, when I know i have made my freinds happy..when i know tht they are happy...when I am doin something that i want to do..
but again..what is it that i want to do
sometime i want to be sad too...i want to cry.....am i happy being sad...does that make sense

am i alone..am i supposed to be alone..
even with the world around me.......................

Its so easy to understand the others need when you completely love..
there is no need for trivialities....it removes all the walls..and hence is known as the key with which we can find the answer to all..

Hope

There it shines in the dark,
Where nothing else resides.
Wavering
Shivering
Standing tall..

Fighting the darkness

Battling the fears which enthrall

When Despair
envelopes all

Nothing escapes its painful claws

Nothing but the shiny tiny ..shivering glow,
Which amounts to nothing
But is still aglow

Escaping the bars of solitude
Declaring its conquest over the land where sorrow thrives
Bringing in Peace, Love, and Gratitude
This is where “Hope” resides.