ebony

"Wake up the dawn and ask her why

A dreamer dreams, she never dies"

- Oasis

it's still... stormy yet still... she picks up a flowing skirt and muddles up her curls... she looks up to the sky to find an early evening moon... wistful eyes..

she tries to smile to make most of the night...

a lone a gain

and silence in an intertwine as a thought begins to break

in mellowed hues of soft light

she walks in beauty like the night

of raindrops blue and a raven peeking in

she stares at the sky changing its' hues!

spiral

and in the sullen darkness of a warm night she looks upto her lil piece of the sky... or at least the one she calls her own... she stares into the colors of midnight long enough to see stars beyond the infinite...

there is an unrest... there is no song she's hanging onto... there is no tune she's humming... there's just a swirl in her head refusing to settle...

and there is but one image embedded deeply in her mind's eye that keeps on playing... her lil piece of the mountain with a huge black scar used like a scribble pad... it's almost replaced the flame she would see each time she would close her eyes...

"and the wheel's just keep on turning

while the drummer begins to drum.."

borderline moksha

her eyes reach out for the blue sky.... all she manages to see are small pieces between buildings and from her window is visible the concrete zoo...

she reckons she'll take time coming back to civilization... meanwhile she closes her eyes to curl up in the warmth of the days she spent wandering the cold deserts...

she knows something changed inside her.. (did everything?).. she's been walking through the days in a semi trance feeling numbed the complications of civilization and the fabric of society... she waits for the silences to takeover and a canvas she can let it out on...

~ hari om.

tussles of life

a hot sultry morning turned to hues of soft blue and bright green as rain pelted down... her reclusiveness was getting the better of her... and she was thinking did she want it or was she wishing it away...?

lightning under a star

rare.. :) 

as the coconut trees around her rustle alongwith the wind... the lightning turns to her and the thunder crashes out loud she believes what she has always believed... that the storm is washing away her tears and making way for his wish to come to true...

wish

she asked him to wish... wish for something anything... she had a feeling it would come true (yeah the corny feeling of woman's intuition)

he did. she asked him what... he slowly says "i wished for everything that makes you happy to come true".

she let a tear roll by in the dark quiescence of a star spangled night and wished she could wrap his arms around her and cry...