The Night And The Dawn

My world hides away in the stars,

When she arrives chasing my scars,

She is the night, dressed in the dark.

 

My world has always been this way,

Unknown to the glory of the day,

I am the dawn, the vision with no name.

 

I have not seen her yet, But I dream,

Her dark eyes, and  bright expression across the sea,

Her eyes so tempting for my fall,

Alas, If only I was the day and not the dawn.

 

But I decided not to give up on my lines,

For I am, when they sleep,

And the night; she has felt my warm breeze.

 

And it is a secret, that justifies her sound sleep,

That I am born within her, embracing the day,

Remembering how she had kissed my name.

Every sense would come to live,

To find the spot where she would lie.

 

But for the night to kiss the dawn,

It is the cosmos that shall sing the song,

You will be fast asleep on the bed,

When I hold her to revive my mess,

You will be fast asleep on the bed,

For, Rumi rightly said,  That the dawn has secrets to tell.

That the dawn has some secrets to tell.

 

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The Man of the Universe (Love story of a comet)

So, this planet was just not right for me,

Ah, the green was gone and what else does a comet look for,

I revolved around her affection for so long,

And at the end, she called it a lunar day, for my fall.

 

A simple human mind that stares each eye of the universe,

I call myself a comet that revolves and have the serenity to fall,

Gravity, they have, each beautiful planet around,

But rare, are the ones who can hold my crown.

 

They call me a mess, planet after planet, I address,

They call me the dreamer from the night,

Ah, they don’t know how passion ignite,

How dank it all felt, and then God pushed me away,

To adore the universe in gray.

 

I have this vision to dream, this magnet of sleep,

So, Yes I am hurt because of the ex-planet,

How beautiful yet deceiving her path around the sun,

I always suspected if she was the one.

 

Alas, in the darkness again, the bright light,

Going around galaxies to find my might,

Faith and orbits surround me as lovers,

Who kiss and leave me blind in colours.

 

Oh, is she a planet dressed in blue?

With the green on top of her mood?

Ah, I shall visit and find the cure,

For the light shall be bright on the shore.

 

And yes, I know my faith,

The day, she allows me to kiss her arm,

Is the day, we both shall die in the charm,

So beautiful, it will be, when we meet,

A staunch blast of light,

And we shall be one.

 

 

Veiling Vices’ Virtues

A violin is set to play,

You are in this beautiful white dress,

Gloves creeping their way to your arms,

A hat hiding the flow of thoughts,

A veil on the face, enclosing its beauty.

 

Here I am, playing the songs in my head,

Suffocated from the flesh,

Where do I look,

When the ocean is enveloped by the sky and I rest in space,

Soon the song will stop and we go home.

 

The place where the secrets don’t settle,

Where bodies are naked and beauty proclaim the universe,

Where we can fall for each other, in the eyes, the deep blues,

No space or sky to resist the flow of my sight.

 

It is simply soothing, the coffee and your skin,

I never liked the sweet taste of hope,

Just the little sour, I adore.

So here we are, hand in hand, no clothes to bind and blind,

Let just lay, till they know we are drunk on coffee,

Till they go home.

Photograph by Anjali Sharma

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Dear Gemini

We are gently written in the sky,

Like the wind, escaping the empty minds,

On the look of paradise, from the ocean,

To the shore, from the Sun,

To the Moon.

 

This curiosity links the woman to a thought,

To change the world, but only to herself,

She sings the beautiful discovery of the sins,

To dance along, and be friends with the song.

 

For she is the wind of humanity,

She can think and adore,

Rest each life and transcend the norms.

From around the world, she has been,

And she brings a lullaby that helps the world to think.

 

P.S-  The sketch is the contribution from another talented Gemini, Nistha Agrawal.

Dear Aries

Alive like the blood, Compelling as the rose.

It is all a simple rhythm to move along,

Maybe dance a little and colour the song,

It is the human nature to be adamant with prejudice,

Not for us, our senses can go beyond to empathise.

 

Peace is our stance while we listen,

And we expect the same from our whistle,

We may be horrid with the horns,

But often, humour can help you heal the wounds.

 

We are short-lived in anger and concern,

But the aesthetics shall remain and the future shall learn,

How trivial images can shape revolution for them all.

We hold the throne of lands on our head,

The passion that rules, hidden under the crest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Scorpian

Rush is known to hold their thoughts,

But you and I can slow down the fall,

And simply assembles the symbols in grace,

The empty smiles would come down with flaws,

Scattered naked under the Eagle’s thought.

 

We have the poison that can hold their nerves,

One reason for the shallow hold of their verse.

But the blue ocean, that we adore,

Can hold the poison till we are threatened with a sword,

Till the ocean would flood into the streams of our words.

 

We can stay and listen to the music of the shore,

In the serene eyes of the spirit, we adore,

Come around and we shall sing for long,

Keeping the secrets under the rhythm of the song.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Piscean

I realize they never settle,

I realize they never look up to the sky,

To find the spirit resting the strings to our nerves,

Rather, they drown and try to seek life in our troubles.

 

But as the inhabitants of the sea,

You and I shall hold the tranquil harp of needs,

For only when the ocean is calm,

They will feel the strings from the moon,

Pulling the existence to paradise from the clay.

 

Arid to their cause, we were blinded,

But always, and often their lucid dreams would tell,

That the souls rest on the verge of the waterfall,

Just like another one from the seas,

Seeking the symphony beyond the terror of deeds.