The Perfect Night

Its the perfect night to stay awake for the whole of it! 

The sky’s clear and moon’s bright. 

The wind is cool and in harmony with the moonlight.

Dumbledore’s words echo as bollywood tunes prove love is the greatest. 

My soul sings while the world rests! 

If I designed heaven I’d copy and paste (this exact scene)! 

For its the night to love in this world of hate! 

Alas, its going to pass…. Fade away into day

So I shall live a complete life… In this next moment… 

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Thoughts under the Moon

If only we stop humanising everything

Here I am once again, wishing for a power cut

To the streetlight I want to say goodbye

So that I’m left alone, in this light breeze and calming moonlight.

So that I forget I’m human, and I have to lead a chaotic life.

So that at the stars I can gaze, peacefully tonight.
It’s almost full moon

The sky is as clear as it can be. 

If only we stop humanising everything,

We can have moonlit silver bodies.

Maybe the stars will guide me, If I can find some in this pollution

Maybe I would’ve been free, If I wasn’t a human.

Maybe I’d have enjoyed much more, If I wasn’t human!

Nature

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted something on this blog. It feels only right that the revival of Blue Moon should pay homage to one of my biggest inspiration…. NATURE.

Look around you
There’s soo much to see
From the sky blue
To the myriad of green trees.

When ennui sets in
And there is nothing you wish to do
Feel the colors of the wind
Enjoy the joys of nature.

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Monkeys!!!

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Hope you enjoyed these clicks!
See you next time! ✌

Aprajita Rana

Virtually trapped

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Tap tap the keypad types
Im tired still its spinning my lies.

Need sleep, need peace
The keypad won’t stop
Need space, need me
It swears: “Last post”.

And while I’m trapped
Owned by my own phone
The spring breeze slaps
The flowers on the tree near lamp-post.

And as I stay drenched
In the computer screen’s light
There’s three quarters of moon
Reflecting light bright and white.

And as my phone sends another emoticon
A few emotional poems in me, sigh, and move on.

Aprajita Rana

The cry of a werewolf

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He’s crying inside
He’s dying inside.
He wants to stop…
But his body won’t listen.

His prey is quivering with fear
Begging…she’s in tears
He’s apologizing
But a growl is all she’ll hear.

As the moon hits zenith
He tears her into little bits
Feasts on her warm blood
He’s sad for he likes it.

Cursed…how cursed his life is
Kill and eat, sad predator’s bliss
Little do they know he’s crying inside
Little do they know he’s dying inside.
His dad was a hunter, a noble man
He saved scores, but failed to save his son
Often he’s wondered, would it be better to die
Than bear the curse of werewolf’s kiss each full moon’s night.

He tries to save humans
From his own bloody claws
But nothing is in his control
When wolf’s shape he draws
He can see and hear
Taste their flesh,
He can feel their fear
Smell them bloodied afresh.

And he cries and cries and cries inside
And he dies and dies and dies inside

If this is how it’s supposed to be
Killing your sister and someone else maybe
Than isn’t better to leave this fight
And let death set him free tonight?

So he gathers all his pieces
He’s shattered again
Walks off the cliff
Crashes like a plane
On the pointy rocks down below
Last breath is drawn
And slips into death’s land
At the break of dawn.

He had cried cried and cried enough
Now he can die die and die at last.

The Moon Life

 

If you’d ask me to choose
Between the mighty sun
And the delicate moon
I’ll probably not think twice
In telling you that I love the moonlit nights.

Where the glory of the sun
Cannot be denied
It’s the moon’s life story
My dainty heart cries

For like me it capriciously
Changes phase
Waning one day
Admist the hard life’s chase,
While on others it will brightly shine
And surround the world in it’s light divine.

Somedays are tough
Darkness surrounds us all
No hope no dreams, 
No nightingale’s call.

All is lost in gloomy 
Dark dismal despair
Ebony night becomes
The new moon’s lair.

Don’t worry my friend
Efforts never go in vain
We are lunartics and survivors
We don’t lose to disdain.

In a fortnight you’ll see
We’ll shine again in this dark
We are not scared so easy
You’ll never dull our spark.