Let it Rain

For these dark clouds only melt

If you’d rather let it Rain


Do not hold back 

Do not swallow those tears

Do not think for once 

That you can’t be sad or fear

Don’t pretend to be happy

Rather let it rain

Don’t pretend to be so strong

Don’t try to ignore pain

For these dark clouds’ll only melt

If you’d rather let it Rain


A Time Like This

If I could stop time, it’d be a time like this…..

Cool eastern winds,

Playing with the green leaves,

Bringing respite to the scorching April heat.

The sky is a light blue,

Like a calm milky sea,

But the sun is trying to break the dawn

And turn yellow everything.

The air has a little hint of petrichor

And my sleepy head is wrapped comfortably in it

If I could stop time, it’d be a time like this…..

(21/4/2017…7Am, Delhi)

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!


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.














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

Aprajita Rana

Virtually trapped


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