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Friday, November 18, 2011

The song of eternal dusk

Yes okay.. so I used to write.. and its been like almost two years I haven't written anything.
I used to post on this place called ArcanumCafe.com - . a long lost place i used to frequent. when words were easy to come out for me.. and every time i posted there, it felt amazing!
It may feel strange but I actually loved posting there! Loved the feedback as well that came along with it..
posting one of my poems here that I wrote back in 2008..  It was called "The song of eternal dusk".
That time was different.. this time is different.
you could also visit the link and have a look at it there, but i want to post it here anyway.

http://www.arcanumcafe.com/community/showthread.php?t=75425



" love, today i set you free
i know you will never follow me 
stop me.. one last time 
whisper "you are mine"
tell me you will love me till the end of time 
stop me before i am gone 
you know i will forever be alone..
walking in your garden 
everything seems abandoned 
don't let me go
i love you more than i show 
some wounds won't heal 
remember the moments i made you feel
the days are full of darkness 
the sun has stopped shining
i am ready to leave.. yet i am pining 
I wish you would stop me 
so we can swim to the moon
and go across the tide 
confess the feelings we hide.. 

as the dawn.. dawns on me 
i look at you one last time
 will never say goodbye 
so i disappear into the mist.. while looking at the sky "  

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

 
 

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living..
I want to know what you ache for.. and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me where you live..
I want to know what you long for..
It doesn't interest me who you know..
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you like it that way..
I want to know if you can see "beautiful" even when its' not "beautiful"..
if you have the beauty to see beauty even in the simplest things.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Dreams I

I was awake. But it felt every bit that I was still dreaming, that I was still in a state of dream. 
I wasn’t sure why but everything appeared fuzzy.  I was running towards the sea in the hope that I would catch you,  but you were nowhere.  You were nowhere to be found. 
But I kept on running,  hoping to reach the sea but the distance grew longer and longer.
I did not know why it was happening to me,  why the distance grew every passing moment.
I wanted to reach the sea,  up until the end even if it meant drowning in it.
But something kept me afar and I wasn’t sure what it was.