Moon.

The moon shines bright tonight.

Denied by the Earth,

He bears her shadow partially,

As she turns towards the sun.

They tried keeping peace.

They rarely fought for her.

But when they did,

She was harmed most.

The moon went around her

For months and years.

Burnt a part of him each night

Only to make her smile.

He touched her heart

Which lies deep in the sea.

Just the waves and tides

Were for others to see.

His brighest of days

Were feasts to the heavens.

His darkest of days

Were lit by oil lamps.

Earth loved, not him,

But the sun so majestic.

A half of her always

Thought of him, day or night.

Little did she know,

That he had many admirers

Who did pretty much

The same at different times.

The moon tried,

Tried very hard to shine.

He reflected the sun’s charm

To his beloved’s delight.

But Earth always knew,

She would die without the sun.

For it is he

Who gave her life.

While she was busy

Admiring the magical star,

He danced around her

Like she danced around him.

What she didn’t know,

Was that the moon lit up

The side forgotten by the sun.

He gave her hope

When there was none.

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A spikelet

The point of ink soils.
The unflawed canvas it spoils.
Impure canvas elated.
Its lowliness abrupt uplifted.

The spikelet dwells on her.
For the much received pamper,
Protection, its responsibility.
Although limit to her beauty.

Ever together is a phantom
T’is ubiquitous at random.
Error to your concealing,
Always the fellow feeling.

Mole at the main stage.
Oh! But you aren’t a sage.
It shall be your theme.
Blemished yet moonbeam ?

Bowed manner at your brim.
My heartbeat its synonym.
Broken at thy dysphoric eye.
After much heat, T’is to purify.

T’is for you, who rose,
I shall become spikelet.
For t’is you who I chose,
To protect.

A.Printzesa

#aditivijayan

A Potter’s Play

 

It is first letter of the alphabet.
It is the ear of a pup you pet.
It is a funny clown’s hat.
It is the nose of a kitty cat.

It is a terpsichorean cobra’s head.
It is an Apsara pencil lead.
It is a naked Christmas tree.
It is a figure with corners three.

It is a tall young fold mountain.
It is a flag for a hurried train.
It is a yellow petal of chilli flower.
It is the gorgeous Eiffel tower.

It is a sail of a yacht sailing.
It is a piece of pizza craving.
It is the sharp claw of a tiger.
It is a safe tent were you linger.

It is the shiny canine you own.
It is a spotted Desi scarf worn.
It is an elegant cut of cheese.
It is a road sign ok please?

It is a exotic bond I say,
With fantasy and wonder on tray.
It is all yet a potter’s clay,
Don’t tear away in dismay.
There’s still a long long way,
In a manner of radioactive decay?

Just pick a cafe au lait,
One silent calm soirée.
And triple action replay,
All but wonder in a similar way
Of the potter’s play
To remember forever and a day…

#aditivijayan

The piano knows something I don’t…

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Every time I get close,
He tried to tell me
At the elegant pose
He shows me to see.

When I play out loud,
He pretends to know.
Stares at that cloud
He smiles and a bow.

At the trills and accents
He seems to blush.
Lets out fragrant scent
At my very touche.

At the whites it begins
To the infinite it flows.
The blacks from Chopin’s
Till everything glows.

Something has sunken,
So deep into him
That his pump is drunken
Whom without, goes dim.

Beauty lies in the eyes
Of the beholder.
The cradle of the skies
At the ears of the listener.

There is much to disclose,
Though I know he won’t.
Because the Piano knows
Something that I don’t.

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#aditivijayan

At that moment…

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Why does it happen so? That just the release of dopamine for one reason can change the whole way you look at life. Those colour sparks here and there begin to show up. Could it all be a piece of imagination and just pass away? It could seem so, many a while later. But at that moment, it all seems to special. Probably an illusion? If pinching doesn’t work, try listening to your heart beat. You will then know that it is a sunrise, a smile, a raindrop, a clock’s tick or a leaf fluttering in the autumn breeze. It is everything that brings to a momentary world of peace and internal happiness. That when you love that very reason with each of the cell in your body craving for its presence and for it to last forever. Although it wouldn’t be more than just a moment, it will seem eternal. Eternal as to the river of Yiruma or the years of Perri. Make sure you capture it  and keep it safe behind the shadows of your mind. For it shall come out to the sunshine someday and make you smile for no reason…
#aditivijayan

What You Were

You were a clock’s tick

With which a day would start.

You were the soothing music

That brought peace to heart.

 

You were a flower bud

Which bloomed at the right time.

You were a pump of blood

Which matched the beat of rhyme.

 

You were sunlight and water

To a plant which needed most.

You were a pinch of laughter

And a bit of jam for toast.

 

You were a part of medicine

To a person sick with disease.

You were the added iodine

To the wound now at ease.

 

You were the only firefly

Who lead through the darkness.

You were a colourful flutterby

Who took away all loneliness.

 

You were the last smile

I imagined in my mind.

It has been a long while

Since our friendship bind.

 

You were a sparkly gem

Which was on me crowned.

You were not like any of ‘them’.

Thanks for being around!