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Well, waking up early on mornings has its benefits :)
The awesome foggy Lonavala morning today made me type this out as I day dreamt my way to Pune ;-)


Foggy nights
Misty mornings
Puffy grey clouds;
And amongst them shines
A golden-ish glow
Is it the Moon masquerading as the the Sun
Or the Sun masquerading as the Moon...
You stare and wonder...

A faint blob of light
It's the morn and that's the east, they say
So it must be the Sun.
But the light's little weak
Struggling to break through in streaks.
so you wonder..
It might very well be yesterday's lingering Moon
Masquerading as the Sun...
Or is it the Sun himself - subdued, solemn...
Masquerading as the Moon ?

Photo taken from : https://www.travelblog.org/Photos/4322396

Suddenly its overhead
And no one's ever seen a moon at noon.
Over the afternoon sky it hovers
A milky white globe
It lacks the power of the noontime Sun
Can it be the Moon...
Masquerading as the Sun ?
Yet it looks very much like the Sun,
Who's just decided, with a low intensity to burn
Masquerading as the Moon...

Travelling to the west
As if on some brave conquest
Golden skies, golden rays
This has to be the Sun, they say.
The blob smiles and thinks, they've never seen
A golden glowing Moon,
Masquerading as the Sun...
It sits too high over the horizon for a rising Moon,
Accompanied by twinkling starlets,
Is it truly the Sun, wearing his gold spun...
Masquerading as the Moon ?

Night falls sure and slow
Further diminishing the whitish glow
Lit bright amidst the midnight blue
This has to be the full Moon.
Or is it just the lazy Sun,
Tired of travel; refusing to run
Masquerading as the Moon ?
No, that cannot be.
The fair Moon, this has to be
And perhaps never wanting to wane,
Is just masquerading as the Sun...

~Written on 23rd September 2014 #Original

Racing raindrops...

It's been raining away the entire week...and "racing raindrops" is what my mind calls out every time I look outside a window :)

Something that rang in my head for quite sometime, finally putting it in black & white...

Racing raindrops - Clicked at Srinagar, June 2013

Racing raindrops over the window sill
Flowing one after the other; never keep still
You choose a 'drop'; a very special one
and hope it wins the run.

Racing raindrops over the window sill
Zig, Zag, and making turns,
Down and down goes your 'drop' in a frenzied pace
Suddenly it halts, as if holding its breath.

Racing raindrops over the window sill
Your 'drop' stands still and so does time...
You wonder what its thinking; all frozen as it shines
Does it think this race is futile,
A meaningless means to an obvious end?
Or does it know it has to flow,
Down and down till it dares to go...

Racing raindrops over the window sill
Your 'drop' sits there glistening, brooding,
Till another drop joins it...
Misty, shiny, raring to go.
And without a moment's loss, together they flow.
Faster and stronger,
Racing down again.

Racing raindrops over the window sill
Your 'drops' flow down
And out of sight
You know they have joined the blue pool down
And you sigh.
Never got time to bid goodbye...
So you just look up at the window sill
and choose yet another 'drop'
You make it your 'drop', a very special one
and hope it wins the run.


~Written on 3rd September 2014 #Original