The Sun, Moon and Life

The sun glows with flashy spiralsonto my dewy face and embraced neckA countenance in question. Of withering roots in charred dark, and glazing sunflowers in scintillating light. The darkness may startle one while it lights up the fluttering fireflies in twilight. The cold air must freeze itself to form the frigid snow. This humongous sun… Continue reading The Sun, Moon and Life

Some Nights I listen to Songs

Some nights I listen to songsand cry rivers.Moon glowing white.Glazing silver garden of beautiful scars,sleeping birds and buzzing insects,and the infinite silence.The infinite silence within my mind keeps still. As the day and night collideit’s the iridescent dawn out therethe Sun shows up its glinting rays.And the skyline smilessharply and shyly.The music still plays with… Continue reading Some Nights I listen to Songs

Remembrance

Darling you seem so distant like comets and meteors in the dark skyAnd yet so close to my heart like moon and the tides Falling over your arms, infinite. You my lover my sweetheart Your gaze is missed – highly embossed my gemstone face unto my neck with your slow kisses. Kisses in the morningsKisses… Continue reading Remembrance

I am a flower

I am a sun kissed flower,warm and fragileflawlessly stitched array of yellow petalsgiving out hopes,slender waist sliding downhundreds of nodes arisingand forming an invigorating curveloved, exulted and appreciatedand blessed to possess all that I have and I am.I might be showered to adorn the holy temples,bloom the triumphant kids,foregathered to form a grandiloquent entranceof a… Continue reading I am a flower

Healing

I had hollow crevices in my organall rustand voidbut these dayssunshine penetrates into my heart gladlyand adorns my existence with sunlight. these daysmy heart is healingI see sunrise absorbing meAnd moonlight consuming me.I see all the silver of moon splatteredin the palm of my handsI run inside in front of the mirrorall to marvel myselfand… Continue reading Healing

Vintage beauty

she is the vintage beautyso appealing and enchantingand clearas the hands of clock striketick.tick.tick.her eyes disseminates stardustas the galaxies endowing the blue skies aboveand the flowers bestowing the lands belowyellow. red. green.fragrant and pleasingshe sounds like a songbirdhumming rhymes and poetryfollowed by the charms of her loverand the instancesall that form lumps in her throatand… Continue reading Vintage beauty

Sita and the Moon

The following is one of the incidents from Ramayana (Shri Ramcharitmanas) penned by Tulsidas.  I don’t think so wise of myself to even write on it, but due to my fascination, I am inclined to write. How beautiful it is when our creator Lord Rama sees Devi Sita for the first time in her abode… Continue reading Sita and the Moon

Moon (Savior) 

in the state of loneliness  and desolation  in the midst of utter hustle-bustle  it is only moon who solaces her  out of all the calignosity of hazy sky  moon, who mollifies her pains  accompanies her and cast his silver light  over her pale face  and revives her in seconds  and makes her feel like a… Continue reading Moon (Savior)