The World at Large

  The descending sun spooks me, As it reminds me of impending doom. The fate of the world hanging on  the joker wearing the crown. A game of deceit and endless conspiracies, Rigged to make the hidden emerge strong. ‘Come one come all’ The sign bellows. Not one peasant decided to enjoy the menu. They are sinking to fall in their own broken ship. All towing to head into the dark abyss. We enjoy playing the game when it is, Someone else who’s head will twirl if they miss. But when the trigger loads and the target is us. When the bullet wants to grab hold on us. We run so far, without a hitch. We run to never stop to check. What happened to those who tried to save us? What happened to the joker who longs for love? What happened to the magician, is he still sick? The old man, next door, did he get his tip? The world of our species amuses me. To see the world move by so cheap. The moon is now out. It winks at me. The stars shining bright following me. The world beyond our species, F...

the night sky...

Have you ever found yourself lost in the beauty of the night sky? Just staring and smiling. 
a moonchild in the sky | TumblrWondering to yourself, how could something so dark yet mysterious, something so plain yet captivating, something you see evey night, hold the secrets of the universe?

Have you ever lost yourself gazing at the moon? It seems like the perfect contrast doesn't it? A globe of solace hanging peacefully in a sky surrounded with clusters of celestial bodies. 

It's all just so mesmerising. Like nature's waking call. It can drag you out of the deepest blues and almost instantly make you forget about all your worries in life. 

And for some people, the night sky is not just a natural phenomena. for them, it represents hope. the feeling that they are always watched over. the feeling that they are never alone in this cruel world. 
It provides them with courage, and reminds them that every heartbeat of theirs is heard by the ones they hold in it.

But, the night sky is not just an enchantress. it's a symbol  of enlightenment.
preaching just what all of us try to comprehend. brokeness is beauty in it's own way. 
Don't you agree?

- Mahathi.S 
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