On top of the world..

One of the many things that I miss about home is the sunrise (not that I'm a morning person :P but still) and the moon-rise from our 5th floor balcony. No matter how tensed or irritated you are or even if you've had the biggest row ever or are pissed off with the world in general (which I am very often for no other reason except that I like a good sulk :D), a few moments here during these times can do wonders for your peace of mind.

Some of my fondest memories are all in that little cherished cove that opens out to the sky and the world.I'll always remember sitting around the swing and talking ( be it to my mom, dad or my sister) till 3.00 a.m. in the morning without a care in the world, seeing my first and only falling star, listening to my grandma sing as she sits in the swing that she really loves and just sitting there and taking in the silence of the night.

Now that I'm writing about it, I really know how much I miss it...

This one is one of my very first poems that reminds me of all the things above...

Crystal Dawn

On a beautiful morn

Look up to the skies

Take a deep breath

And enjoy the sight

For one full moment

Forget your plight

Pay no heed

To the worries in life

Just for a moment

Feel that peaceful dawn

And cherish for ever

The pleasure that you have known.

Nia

The Wanderer

In the swish of the womb

And the first ray abloom

From the dawn of life 

With bliss so rife

I know not what I seek

In the myriad unknown faces

That you run into every few paces

In the glimpses of distant places

Through memories that time erases

I know not what I seek

In the midst of the mindless chatter

And the precious moments of laughter

Through times when steps falter

And those when hope plays abetter

I know not what I seek

In the haze of morning mist

And when phantoms of the dark persist

In the tiny dewdrop's tinkle

And the wind's gentle rustle

I know not what I seek

Through the blossoms of cupid's aim

To an endless game of blame

In a full blown blaze of fury

From the faith that in my heart I carry

I know not what I seek

At the zenith of clarity

Or the nadirs of insanity

Through a jigsaw of broken dreams

And countless silent screams

I know not what I seek

In eyes that dance with mirth

And pain that has its worth

Through storms that the soul weathers

And the solace that it slowly gathers

I know not what I seek

When every thought reeks with fear

And I know the end lurks near

After the ultimate surrender

Here, all of six feet under

I know now what I seek

Shadows in the Dark

In the darkness of the night

A shadow beckons

From behind a veil

Don't look

Don't turn

Though it should prick

It would trick and burn

For one look cast

Is one soul lost

Don't risk a glance

Lest it be your last

Look to the light 

Of tender twilight

As the dawn slowly sighs

And spills out blue skies

Wisps of life

You begin to feel

Don't be too sure

That the peril is past

It would nip at your heel

Until you breathe your last..

Clueless.

I dont quite know why I started a blog. I guess my head's just too scrammed with thoughts that need to be put down somewhere so that newer, more insaner thoughts can take their place. So, here goes.....for all those words that keep waltzing in my head with a mind of their own and refuse to stay put until they find their way into a poem...

Ciao,

Nia