The Moment I was in heaven.

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While I was in Kaza, Spiti Valley, HP...i really found heaven..and since then...i believe...if there is heaven on earth...try out interior Himachal on a full moon night..

I stood in the balcony,
with a glass of poison..
"On the rocks".

Its full moon today...
and it looked like a fairy...
waving her wand,
and showering eternity on earth.

Dead Silence..in the middle of the night...
the heaven seems to have lit up
by some borrowed eternal bliss..
The peak of Chocling La
stood there with grandeur
and a bluish glow on her.
...and we mortals...
Plunged in darkness before her.

The calm silent blueness
lingered in my fingers..in my glass...
from ice to ice...
from drop to drop...
scattering some more divinity
all around.


And I stood there,
with heaven infront...
and a divine peace.

This Photograph of the author was taken near Kaza. As far as i remember it was Kunzum Pass (4551m) and hell windy but it was an amazing trek.

The Grand Piano

She was beautiful and brilliant. And she loved Beethoven and Bach and Mozart..and The Beatles...and me....

To her.

A huge room...
with ceiling high above..
The smell of old wood
casted a spell...
a weird paralysing charm.
There was a fireplace too...
maybe for show...but it was class..
and a grand piano beside.
Typical.


She was playing a tune...
the famous "fur elise"...
Beethoven...
and he sat near her..
charmed and mesmerised.
He could not move his eyes from her...
or from her fingers...
which caressed the keys of the piano...
painting music.
The dim light...old woody smell...
Fur Elise...and a soft beam of light
that fell on her through the window
made him mad,
and he knew..
she was
The Chose One.


Suddenly everything vanished...
the piano...the room..
the smell...the light
everything...
into thin air.

The room was dark,
with an old radio playing "fur elise"
and he was lying down...on a sofa..
his head tilted towards the ceiling.
There were stars...fluorescent sticker stars...
and he counted them..with the music filling his head.

He could feel the woody smell...
Her soft touch on the piano..
her smile...and the smell of "Chanel"..

and a drop rolled down.

The fairy

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And it flowed...from his wrist...
flowing down the ridges of his palm.
and it dripped...drop by drop...

There was a painless silence...
and he heard a faint whisper.
and he closed his eyes.

******************

He had walked down that lane before..
long long time ago..
and he had seen her...
charmed by her beauty...a mystic aura..
beautiful...magical and serene.
and heard songs...her songs and whispers...
which crashed against his face...
and he had felt cold and numb.

*******************

He half-opened his eyes..
and looked at the closed window..
She was there...trying to get in...
desperately flapping her tiny...
faint shining wings...
She tried to get it...and failed...
to carry him away to peace...and failed..
He looked at her....
Her eternal blue eyes...
Her face fogged by his dreams....
and he closed his eyes.

The fairy rubbed her wings all night...
trying to get to him...
to touch him one last time...
her dark cold yet relieving touch...
she tried and failed...
and she cried and left...


The crimson sticky flood has dried...
and turned into dark solid nothingness.

Its been raining.

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My first disastrous attempt to write a Nonnet. :P

It has been raining for the past few days
The cold winds draw pictures in the air
The trees wildly nodding their heads
and the raindrops keep falling.
The wetness of the soil..
Those dreams come true again
pitter patter
Memories
Painting...
Smiles.

And i drew a dream on water...

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I write these rhymes for your smiles...
that drizzles like a sudden rain..
in a sultry afternoon.
Those twinkling of your eyes..
It shimmers like the distant city lights...
That heaven above...descends upon you.

I write these for those droplets of rain...
still standing on my pane..
biding me one last goodbye.
and slowly dragging themselves away..
drying out....dying out..

I write these to tell you what i see..
that fills my head..
To run across the field...
the dewy grass kissing my feet.
and i dream.
wishes that flutters like a butterfly,
and i try to catch them.
and i fail again and again.

And i drew these ..these poems and pictures...
with my breath....
but someday...it will fade too...
along with your dreamy eyes...your dewy touch...
and my dream colored sketch.