floating space!

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
Emily Dickinson.

moon3 - Gizmodo

moon3 - Gizmodo

Golden shimmer of sands
vanished
Ghostly shadows of the dunes haunt
In night mares
That daunt
During daring daylights
Wit has left
Thirst
Behind the glass walls
Choking on a dream
Once more
Skimmed the sea
Swam the tides high
Rode the Surf
In white foamy turf
Sang the songs
Muted fish songs
For none to hear
But I know
Dreams die
Only to be born afresh
Dyed in colors anew...

sigh sky high...

clicked a photograph with my eyes for posterity
last time I'd see those lips turning to me
knew from his eyes,
dreamy pair of thickly lashed hazel eyes;
Never do they fail to paint my cheeks in shades of red,
a brown sepia toned picture forming
in the back yard of his memory as well
Faded and precious..
sigh…
There's after all
Sweetness in being
The lost woman
Than the last one
Being his muse
Haunting his nights and fueling his days
Never being wasted even for a second
A romantic aberration that lasts
Never growing or reacting
Only desired and never possessed
A living memory of a
A refraction to reckon with...

Moments


Sands of time
Sealing holes in the souls
Serene
Of a secured past
Spring time
That's as fresh
As then
Sealed forever
Peace eternal!
Tears of joy,
Lakes of frozen
Memories
Dappled hues
Of despairs and dread
Mottled fires of
Desires
Doused and diseased
And a few appeased!
Silent and sheltered
Evermore
What more
To move on
Till stupor strikes
And no more woes
Just a stoic stance
In Suspension
Till sands of time ...

yawntime blues!

Best lies happen in the dark where nothing can reflect the glint in my eyes

I was heading up the road once again

Finishing my days heartbeats

Clocking in another day

Earth doesn’t move beneath me much these days

There are no ground shakers following me

I stood gaping at the vast sky above

Surely you could send me a mystery or two tonight

Stop this revving restlessness

This madness

That consumes me completely rendering me sheer

And naked for all to mock and poke at

Enough of this being yourself

Grab that hide which suits you like an unfit armor

let you suffocate in it and your boredom shall rest in peace

As you pant against its walls and sweat in the scorching heat

Cry in pain that creeps from all around

Scream your sane head away

And you’d have conquered your ennui…

on my birthday!

Today I was thrown back into the realty
Of ‘normal’ life
Of school uniforms, breakfast , lunch and dinner
In to the world of homework, scrapes and missing pencils

Today in the mirror
saw that I had been away
lines of pain vanished
Waiting to reappear eager

Today I found myself
Crying for my parents
Feebly and uncontrollably
Out of shame and guilt

Today i realized
I had been a zero
Not a 'hero' but just
A pretty Wisp in the wind

Today I mustered the strength
To unlock the door of reality
And realized
How I ever wanted to masquerade...

Today I wanted to sing my swan song
To release my dreams in captivity
And come home again to the darkness of my true identity...