~*~

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