*Saanjh*

saanjh ki nami mein
saason ki baarish
simte hue ek pal mein
afsaano si khwaish..

dubte hue suraj si
dhalti hui aankhen
bheege un lamhon mein
thehar jaane ki khwaish..

girte hue patton ki
sehmi si sarsarahat
jannat ki is mehfil mein
ghar basane ki khwaish..

har saanjh mein, ek pal
ek pal , ek lamha
ek lamha yun jismein
poori zindagi jee lene ki khwaish..

Mirage

~*~

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

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'

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

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

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