An Ingenuous Paean.

The moonlight was flowing all over me,
The morning sun was too bright,
So bright that it blinded me,
From the life I’m going to have.

I had written my life down,
On a crumpled paper just like this,
And believed that a crumpled paper,
Can never be perfect again…

But as I breathed the new air,
And again greeted the moonlight,
I understood something more,
Which I never realized before.

Moonlight shines there all the time,
The light not enough to figure out,
The words I once wrote,
And If the paper is crumpled…

Moonlight then goes away leaving me into darkness,
Among the million twinkling stars,
But it does come back always,
Washing away the lighted stars.

And I hope the way I always do,
That this night never ends,
As this moonlight,
Means everything to me.

Its my savior,
Its my world.
Its my love,
And…

Its you.

The moonlight was flowing all over me,
The morning sun was too bright,
So bright that it blinded me,
From the life I’m going to have.

I had written my life down,
On a crumpled paper just like this,
And believed that a crumpled paper,
Can never be perfect again…

But as I breathed the new air,
And again greeted the moonlight,
I understood something more,
Which I never realized before.

Moonlight shines there all the time,
The light not enough to figure out,
The words I once wrote,
And If the paper is crumpled…

Moonlight then goes away leaving me into darkness,
Among the million twinkling stars,
But it does come back always,
Washing away the lighted stars.

And I hope the way I always do,
That this night never ends,
Cuz this moonlight,
Means everything to me.

Its my saviour,
Its my world.
Its my love,
And…

Its you.

Half Empty.

On a day like this,
I wondered about the world.
So much to make of it,
And so much to ignore…

As I embarked upon this journey,
I made some sense out of it,
Only to reach a dead end,
A dead end which welcomed me back.

It was all very tiring,
With sweat running down my spine,
So I chose to sleep,
A sleep which awakens me,

I reached a wall,
Million bricks there were,
Which had stood the test of time,
A showcase of labor.

The curiosity within,
Urged me to climb it,
And I failed again and again,
And I screamed again and again…

The hope was still alive,
‘Someone on the other side may hear me’
I waited a lifetime it seemed,
But no reply came.

Maybe the wall is supposed to stop,
Travelers like me,
Maybe I should face it with honor,
Or should I break down and cry?

Questions were asked enough,
It was time to act.
So I turned back and walked home,
But no tear did I let fall down.

And this is where I woke up,
To find myself home,
Couldn’t recall whether it was a dream,
Or did it actually happen??

This is the story so far,
Trying, I am,
To recall everything,
But all that come back are questions.

I was flipping a coin as I wrote all this,
Wondering what to write next.
When suddenly a distant thought,
Was brought to me by the winds.

It was just there in my mind,
Stopping the world around me for a moment,
Neither could I make anything of it,
Nor could I dismiss it.

But at this moment,
The coin slipped through my fingers,
And came down to the earth,
And made me stuck with my thought.

I didn’t bother to pick it up,
And see which side was up,
Because,
I was rich enough…