My Carousel

Lightening, smoky
and from the cocoon of dawn
breaks forth
my cotton candy morn.



My heart rides the wave
I roll, i rumble,
the sun has never been softer
the bridges crumble.

The dusky veil
fairy dust in the air;
molten twilight
the spirit switches gears.


The loon beckons me to join
the mist shrouds
yet the call resounds;
Twinkle toes, ballet poise
taken up in arms
i listen to none but the Pied Piper
On and on goes my carousel.

Moony goes Loony tonight! And oh so enchantingly. :):) This eclipse comes only second to the one i witnessed many years back on a freezing winter night - i woke up @ 2:30am to feast my eyes on it. Today's made it much easier though..inshallah, nihaayiti khoobsurat tha :)
The song for tonight, one of ever so favourites when it comes to the Moony one, "Moondance" by Michael Buble.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABxlQkIOfmA

the Constellation within

On such a clear sky,
when the stars pierce through you
join the dots, discover the pattern
and see where the arrow points to.

The secrets are all here
so are all the answers,
Let the pull work on you
and take the dive deep under.

It's the escape, it's the destination
The differences are but our own creations.
Unleash!

Tonight's melody is from the Swell Season. A slow number that tugs at your quieter dynamics - Papercup:


Paper cup
Ain't got no worries
Got no
Got no dog in this fight
Paper plane
Take this note straight to her if her heart's still in the fight

Maybe time will decide
This restless spirit can't survive on breadcrumb trails no more

Paper saint
Will you hear her when she calls
You got no dog in this fight
Paper bird
Take this offering from her hands
This simple trail back to the light

Maybe time will provide
Give you the strength to decide
I hope it's not too late

Maybe time will decide
This restless spirit can't survive one breadcrumb trails no more

Maybe time will provide
Give you the strength to decide
You know it's not too late

Paper cup
Ain't got no worries
Got no
Got no dog in this fight...

So for tonight..

So for tonight,
count all the good that you have and rest it on your shoulder.

For tonight,
gather your regrets and let the mist cover them forever.

For tonight,
be the kid who believes in magic and carry it in your eyes.

For tonight,
sing your own song and let it be your theme for tomorrow and after.

So for tonight,
let's abandon and be.

The song for this night, before it swallows us in it's peace, is Thistle and weeds by Mumford and Sons. Play it on repeat, the voice won't leave you. Peace out. :)


Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams,
Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams,
I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind,
Alone in the wind and the rain you left me,
It's getting dark darling, too dark to see,
And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems.

Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown,
I know you have felt much more love than you've shown,
And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest.

But plant your hope with good seeds,
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds,
Rain down, rain down on me,
Look over your hills and be still,
The sky above us shoots to kill,
Rain down, rain down on me.

But I will hold on
I will hold on hope

I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones,
Let the dead bury their dead, they will come out in droves,
But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes, you've made.

But plant your hope with good seeds,
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds,
Rain down, rain down on me.

~ Shards ~

Shards shall be a compilation of words that went astray, poems and thoughts which went unfinished like uncut diamonds, like the lonely leaf which flies away from its tree, like the beads bounding away from a broken pearl necklace, like the Shards of glass; each glistening and complete in its own imperfect beauty.

I've met her at dusk

and seen her at dawn,

she reveals, but

only to those who consider her own.

- Sumit Narang

She whispers the words to the winds,
and the sands repeat the same.
But it's all a despairing vastness to 'em
and the melody remains unsung, plain.
- yours truly


The human cacophony weaves through my quiescence, plummets me into the pit of conscious and suddenly, i flow free; anywhere.
- me again