~Rantings of a Wandering Mind~

  Chasing the horizon I ran for the moon, Like the winds that blow over the oceans. Howling with all the power, All my might All the strength that was left within me. Not looking at what lay around, Stopping not for a moment, to breathe, I ran.....like it was never enough. The mirages shimmered  Creating the perfect illusion Of dreams coming true. Of reaching the end of the world,  Where the sun sets, and the moon rises. Where stars lights up the nooks and corners of every boulevard Like sequins, on a dark blue shawl. Of some unknown happiness, that lies scattered..... Way beyond my reach. Chasing the horizon, I ran With a dream to win over my destiny To embrace the happiness of conquering myself. And my words left me..... In the meadows blooming with flowers Pink and purple and white and crimson, That danced to the winds, spilling their fragrance To the butterflies, that happily played around. In the lush green trees, Where birds made their happy little homes Filled with their musical

  Within my heart you live, Even though you stay so far away  Amidst the clouds. Amidst the stars. In the peace of the Heaven, In the presence of the Almighty you had so dearly prayed to all through your little time here. Far away from my mortal eyes, You visit me everyday in my dreams. Waking me up to another new day, Like you always did. Your ideals being my guiding light, Your blessings being my armour, You make your presence felt every moment Even in the void you have created here With your absence. The void...that would never again be filled. The void...that would always bring up so many 'what if's. The void...that would make me miss you a bit more with every passing second, Even though you are right next to me.  "Why did you leave??",  I wish I could ask like a naive child, who is so unaware of the ultimate truth of Life. I wish I could make you stay a bit more longer, if not, forever. And then I see you Smiling, within me. Running your hand over my head. Comfor

  The winds bring me the fragrance of your skin, My beloved, From the far off lands, behind the mountains… Where the clouds reign. Where the snow glitters in the lights from the cosmos… And crystal-clear streams dance in ecstasy over rocks and pebbles Creating silver ripples and foamy castles In her journey, to meet her ocean.   The winds bring me the fragrance of your skin, my beloved, In the lonely nights, as I lay awake… Thinking of how far you are, from these tired eyes of mine That hide you carefully, behind their lids, within their dreams… Like some Queen’s stolen treasure, that is not meant to be found. Like a vintage painting, with colours spilled over the canvas like a beautiful mess Holding a meaning, best known to me. Like a beautiful mystery….unknown…unfathomed…unsolved.   The winds bring me the fragrance of your skin, my beloved, When the moon peeks through my window Shining upon my face… Bringing back your stories, from the lands wh

  My demons dance at the periphery of my existance… Threatening to invade and wreck havoc on my soul With their meaningless cacophony.   They try to haunt me every night With the nightmares they weave out of their   dark whispers, As the clock strikes three. I lay awake, as they laugh at my helplessness That sometimes makes me feel sick… Of myself. Of my Life. Of the world around me.   They try to poke at my scars, That I had always worn with pride. That I had always adored. Drinking from the dark tarry blood that oozes, drop by drop, They try to exsanguinate me into a living dead.   Plotting evil schemes, to make me hate myself To question my very identity. They try to pull me into a vicious whirlwind of darkness From where there is no return.   Residing within me in the darkest of my depths Left unchartered, unfathomed, undiscovered… Where no light ever enters Where no music has ever tried to break the everlasting errie silence

  Before I bid you adieu, O summer, Let me soak in the last few strands of your warmth. Before the grey takes over your sky… All roaring and rumbling, Drenching my streets and alleys with monsoon downpours Let me drench in your crisp blue… Wide…vast….mysterious…like the Universe it hides beyond. Let your salty winds touch my face for one last time, Before the green petrichor fills my soul. Before it is time for you to leave Let me be immersed in your last beautiful evening… When the sun sets, playing with a myriad of colours. When the cuckoo sings, filling every little void with her songs. When the birds play in my water garden, before heading for home. When the trees sway in relief…casting long dark shadows of their dark greeneries. Let me take in the fragrance of the Arabian jasmines, Blooming like stars, so near to the Earth, As the curtains of my windows flutter in ecstasy Dancing to the rhythm of your southern zephyr. Let me live another warm,

  “But, we are so different…” “How??” “Can’t you see!!...I am the mountain….strong, firm…rooted deep within the Earth. And you are the cloud….fragile, free….with the wind beneath your wings, you live high in the sky..” “Yes, you are the mountain, and I am the cloud….and the pristine white snow that rests all over your body, makes you as white as every little bit of my existence…and during every dawn and every dusk, the same sun makes us both glow in hues of red and orange and purple, and the same moon and the same stars play hide and seek with us. You hold up your head to the same sky where I live, and I am born from the Earth that roots you.” “The Earth roots me, cloud…and you…you are a free bird…free to roam around…to visit places that I can’t even think of. You are a wanderer, and living my life won’t make you happy…and you will lose yourself…you just can’t stay with me…why don’t you understand!!” “A wanderer having her home….isn’t that beautiful??...having a home to come