Amber eyes

A shuttered window half closed
Knocking in the breeze of night
A face peeps out from behind the blinds
In the glow of candlelight
She watches the big moon alone
and whispers of its scars
She raises her hand to smooth-en
the knotted brow afar
The moon is calmer now
Smiling down its dwight
The melancholy is not overwhelming she thinks
as she sidles back out of sight...

Frail

Some tiny wisps are enough to hold the world together. Some of the most convoluted knots just untie themselves. Sometimes only silence can do justice to the unsaid. And sometimes the meanest deeds gladden the heart.

Its not the world that has gone bonkers. Neither has the it been turned on its head.
Its just spinning, crazed beyond a point by the mundane.

The crystal is clear for a change.


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Waves

The waves felt my feet, cold and white
Sensed their fears and cajoled them to life

They skipped and held to the sands beneath
Somewhere they were but one

Shimmering in the light of the setting day.





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Its cold... when September ends

Autumn isn't out the doors yet, and the chill in the air is unmistakable. The fog, thick and dense is not too far off either.

She pulls her warm clothes closer and sinks into what will be the most natural state for her, her cold winter. Her true element is at peace here, in the cynicism hidden in the biting frost,the malice in the needles of the wind, the reassuring cold on her brow that soothes her frown-lines that have been hurting for a while, unknown to her.

There will be no sun to sneak a smile out , no warm breeze to make her want to dance, no distracting sounds outside the window.

It will be calm.




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