Nostalgic Memories : The Moon


The incredibly beautiful mysterious moon held me captive along with the night and the earth as she glided in the sky with a star studded garment trailing behind her. I watched as if in trance. The magnificent full moon, unusually large and low, was drifting carelessly behind the fluffy night clouds.

It was not just another full moon night for me. Lying down on the terrace, overlooking the majestic Himalayas, it brought back memories of someone special of all those happy times spent together. The solitary moon was as lonesome and alone as me despite being surrounded by millions of stars. I wanted to talk to her, to reach out and hold her. Her watchful gaze held mine and I let its cool calm light envelope me lovingly in its embrace.

My train of thoughts took me down the memory lane, to my visit to Kinnaur and the moonlit campfire on the last night of our stay there. Six friends, a little lad and lots of happy unforgettable moments together, as the sparks from the fire flew to meet the moon which had slowly glided past the nearest mountain and was hanging on one of the open branches of the tall trees which surrounded the campsite, as if to be a part of us.

It was one of the most romantic, intoxicating nights, pregnant with strong emotions and memories of my love far away. I wondered if he too saw the orange mystical moon that night through his window and thought of me just as I did. Walking away from the laughter and chit chat, I walked to a boulder near the edge. I wanted to be part of the silence.

The entire place was under some spell and my heart ached for someone special. I wanted to share the moment with him, to be wrapped in the warm embrace and live the dream we often shared. I let my thoughts reach out to the goddess of the sky and wished upon the bright evening star which accompanied her, hoping that some day my wish would come through. Rising I stretched myself, taking in all the positive elements from the cosmic magic around me.

I could hear the faint rustle of the leaves and the happy gargle of the river Bapsa flowing like a silver serpent in the valley below. I smiled to myself and felt awed by the beauty that the nature held in store for us. Instantly I felt warm all over. I smiled and went back to my friends.

It was getting cold and the soft sweet breeze from the Dhauladhar Mountains was becoming a bit strong, so I cuddled on a rocking chair on the terrace wrapped in my Angora wool shawl. Nothing could make me spend the beautiful night indoors.

The moon and I share a very special relationship and I often seek solace in its company. It invokes the spiritual side in me and makes me connect with myself and the universe around me. I often sit and meditation under the light of the full moon. It has a very calming effect as if all the negative energies are drawn by the glorious moon, leaving me refreshed and cleansed from within.

I began to reflect on what the moon had taught me in all its different phases. True love happens only when you are not consumed with yourself. When you are full of your own sunlight, you may do many good things, but not love. Become a moon, and you can contain and love each other.

The full moon means being full with the one another. The feeling of incompleteness allows you to become the most complete. It made me humble and let go of the ego and taught me not to get consumed by it. I learned not deny or eradicate weakness, difficulty and pain, to acknowledge it despite the pain. It helped me to be illuminated from within and to stay calm and serene even in the most difficult of my phases of life.

My fascination with the moon was not just limited to the romantic; every phase of the moon ignited my imagination in some way of the other. How much my thoughts had changed since I was a teenage girl charmed by the moon’s darker side. I always thought of werewolves and spirits and it evoked some strange energy in me.

Every surrounding brought out a new aspect of the moon. The many shades of the moon, the sea, the mountains, the city and the open fields and their special bond with the moon above transformed my inner self in different ways.

Even today I make it a point to connect with the moon and become a part of its mysterious self when I need inspiration, love or just peace.

Poetry : Quatrain : Moon


Moon, you wanderer of the sky
Pale and lonesome, I ask you why
Even when with brightest stars you be
Alone in the crowd just like me

Your tears like lucid beams descend
And I wonder if my wait will end
Or I too shall long and crave for love
Like you lonely wanderer high above

Enchanted …NaBloPoMo


The bronze sun melts into the blue waters of the ocean making it blush a very romantic shade of crimson and within a few hours the silvery moon spreads it’s magical light making the water shine like a huge rippled sheet of molten silver..

I am in awe of the creator and often wonder from where she gets all those splendors of colors.

In silence I watch the cotton clouds drift in the clear blue sky ,taking shapes of my dreams. I smile as I lie down on soft green carpet of dewy grass and watch the dance of clouds high above.

An eagle sails through.It’s wings spread. A sight to behold .Freedom in it’s ultimate form . I watch it glide over the mountains, the valley and the ocean,playing hide and seek among the clouds .

I decide to walk till the edge.

The sun in all it’s glory gets ready to merge with the beautiful earth.

The sweet heady cocktail smell of pine trees and wet earth fills the air around me as the cool breeze begins to blow gently.

The waves kiss the beach and withdraw as if shy of the touch .

It is an enchanting view from where I stand.The edge of a cliff jutting out of the mighty mountain.

The vast expanse of the blue green ocean suddenly becomes a glorious show of light and colors.My eyes catch silhouettes of sail boats on the calm waters rhythmically moving with the sway of the water.

I listen quietly to the rusting of the leaves of tall majestic trees as they sway in a soulful dance with the passing wind.

The birds return to their nests for the night.For some time the bird calls and fluttering of wings fill the silent evening, the tree tops come alive with hundreds of birds descending on them to find a suitable place.Then it all becomes quite again as if everything is under some kind of a spell.

I glance around the magical landscape around me, the majestic mountains,the pine trees standing in a line like guards of honor,the ocean and the Grey beach below, thousands of wild daisies spread like a carpet of yellow and white.The lights in the valley like glow worms.

Mesmerized by the mystic ambiance of the place and the breathtaking beauty, I slowly walk toward my cottage. The winding path along the flowerbeds is covered with dry pine leaves. I tread softly not wanting to break the serenity of the place. The light inside is welcoming. I enter the warmth of the room glowing with the bright flames in the fire place.

The moon, partially hidden by the night clouds peeps through my window. I watch in silence. our souls unite and I become one with the cosmic energies around me. Feeling calm and beautiful within, I cuddle up in front of the fire place and thank the unknown creator for the beautiful earth and the sky above and closing my eyes marvel at the mysterious ways in which she spins her magic yarn.