Words Unveiled

I asked the moon – Don’t you get lonely at night? He said – I have my stars with me, it’s the sun who feels aloof as he drowns in his own light. I asked the moon – Why don’t you like the sun and its cosmic sight? He said – The sun is dear to me but it just wasn’t in our destiny to unite. I asked the moon – How come you are so beautiful, even more than the stars? He said – You saw my beauty, but have you seen my scars? I asked the moon – Why can’t you see your beauty the way I do? He said – You also see the water but the water ain’t blue. I asked the moon – Don’t you feel grateful to live so up in the sky? He said – Things are not that happy here, I wonder though why. I asked the moon – Why can’t you just stay joyful with all your ethereal glory? He said – It’s not just about me, it’s every man’s story. I asked the moon – What has a man to do with it? He said – A man is never content since he always longs for more than his bit. I asked the m

I wake up with a jolt and brush my teeth, Heat some water and wash away my sleep. While brushing my hair I wonder whether to curl, A quick glance at the watch and I know my plans won’t unfurl. So I doll up in a dress and slip into my heels, My shoes give me power, so amazing is how it feels. I put on some mascara and paint my lips, And twirl in front of a giant mirror like smoky wisps. With a tote on my arm and bounce in my feet, I pluck myself off and step out on the street. The sun smiles at me and the birds start to sing, The flowers dance merrily and trees stand like a king. I wave them a hello and start to skim, Maybe today is the day when I meet HIM. He’s the one, who visits me in my dream, A handsome knight and eyes full of gleam. I giggle and step inside the place where I work, Reading stories for a job has some of its perks. Today my hero has eyes like ocean blue, I sigh and wonder when I will meet YOU. I jerk out

An evening breeze hits me as such, Feels like that cold icy touch. It may not be or maybe its true, When my heart claims maybe it’s you. A gust of wind swirls around, Lifting my tresses with a cloaked bound. It can be a storm starting to brew, But my heart says maybe it’s you. I think about that day when we met, What follows my thought is a shadow, a silhouette. It is darker than the darkest hue, But then again I feel maybe it’s you. The air feels heavy making me choke, I see everywhere the billows of smoke. Am I the one stuck in a flue? Then why does it feel maybe it’s you. At night the moon casts a glow, And brings with it a shower of snow. Is it the heat of the sun that turns it into dew? Or the warmth coming from you? I feel it deep within my core, I’ve waited long enough to soar. Come and save me before I turn blue, There’s no maybe, I know it’s you.

Summer It was as if you were my own source of light, Like in your presence, everything felt so much more bright.  The star shone in the blue sky and the cold suffered defeat, With you by my side, there was no pain that I couldn’t beat. Life was blissful, no sorrow, no grief, no anguish, As if you were the only answer to my every wish. May 14, 2016 As life goes on, you stumble upon random people, memorable adventures, and unexpected surprises. Sid and I have come so far in our life that when I read my previous journals, I couldn’t help but laugh. It still feels so surreal when I think about meeting him for the first time in a cemetery. I can’t believe our story started at a place where the journey of life ends.           Maybe it was just the God’s ways to show that there’s a good in everything sad. There’s love in everything hatred. There’s a sliver of hope in every tunnel of darkness.           That’s enough of the serious talk my grandkids! Oh, yeah, if it’s n

Winter I don’t know if it was the stubborn cold air, Or was it your fingers playing with my hair? But I remember the love wafting on the breeze, And the warmth of your arms struggling with the freeze. There was a lonely moon on that snowy night, But in the plight of darkness, you were my only sight. December 10, 2013 It was just another winter day but the one I loved the most, Sunday. Lisa, my best friend and I used to loved Sundays. It was our favorite day of the week because a) no school and b) both of us would visit the cemetery to pay a visit to my grandma. That day after I laid down the fresh tulips on my grandma’s grave we sat on a bench doing people watching. Yeah, because the cemetery was the only place to do that, isn’t it? Now that I’m twenty-one, I have realized that sometimes eighteen-year-old brains are a bit too smart. But sometimes they just don’t work! It was then Lisa asked me a stupid question. 'Which is the least romantic place there can eve

I’ll see you in another world, my love, The world which would be far better than this, Where there would be beacons of joy and pure bliss. Where we being together won’t feel amiss, Where there would be a delight in every flutter of the kiss. I’ll see you in another world, my love, Where there would be no evil desire, And the people won’t just breathe the fire. Where we won’t stand against our own sire, Where our bodies won’t be left to suffer barbed wire. I’ll see you in another world, my love, Where there won’t be just you, or just me, Where they’d be happy for us being a ‘we.’ Where they would see our love the way I see, And our hearts won’t be caged on spree. I’ll see you in another world, my love, Where there’d be no pain, no sorrow, no fear, Where demons won’t chase and our paths are clear. Where I wouldn’t even speak but you will hear, Where our shield would survive even if it’s sheer. I’ll see you in another world, my love,