Lunar Lessons

The spotlight of this starlight sky, all these nights I wait patiently for you to come by. Oh dear moon ! What makes you so charming?Even with all those spots and patches, you look so admiring!The way in which you wax and wane,Enlightens me to rise up from pain. Your fickleness reminds me of life's...

If

If all we have is loveThen who wages all these wars?If all we have is loveThen who inflicts upon these scars? Is it in love- the crisis?Is it in love- the malice?Or does love come in slices?And beneath love is callous? How many shades does love have?For I know, we all have been in love;And...

Garden

Mornings are a bit different now. I wake up and i am in class. How utterly absurd this must have sounded prior to everything that happened and is still happening right now. A very simple sentence but so hard to percieve . The journey from bed to class was a bit different for me. There...

How I like my Love

I like my love the way I like my coffee, bittersweet .I don't mind the fights,If we promise to not go to sleep upset.I don't mind being made fun of,As long as you woo me in the end. I like my love the way I like my Movies,Full of emotions.I like the drama and the...

A Songbirds Hope

I have been wandering for the past few days, hopelessly lost as I stare into the horizon. The sand beneath my toes and the color of the ocean seems to dull the longer I look at it. Is this what tomorrow is going to be like? The sand scorching instead of soothing and the world...

Purpose

I looked into the eyes of the universe and found my own existence. Existence, starting from the sapphire gem shining and suddenly bursting into pieces forming the Colosseum, the cosmos, with a bang. And in a picosecond, it scattered the core connecting them into a really really tiny matter - quarks. Their attraction formed protons,...

I no longer know

It wouldn't be wrong to say that I have forgotten what it feels like to do something for the first time .That is to say , I am no longer acquainted with the feeling of 'feeling something new'And I am running out of patience now.It's like every new thought is actually an afterthought of what...

The stories I heard

Often I used to hearwater gulps down all storiesof different people;These stories hold the least or mostof pain;they just keep on floating;like ripping off pages on the floor. This one day I saw the sunset.Which was a little more pink;And the current of the river wasspeaking to me.narrating me stories;one after the other.I just sat...