Photo by Anders Jildén A lot of me is because of a beautiful night I once saw on an evening in Coimbatore. There was a blackout as usual and to escape the mosquitoes I ran to the terrace. The terrace was lit. It didn't strike me at first. As I stand there wondering where the light was coming from, the red moon rises from the East. It was really late even for the moon and I sat there under it's mellow light for the night. At 3 am I had an epiphany. I wished to pen down my excitement. Now came my dilemma, my vocabulary was extremely poor, horrible spelling and a sense of grammar that made kinder garden students look like champions. But I penned it down non the less.  It's been 6 years, I am better off today. With a great deal of help from people I met across years I was able to bootstrap a decent amount of vocab, spelling and grammar. But every time I see a full moon I am immediately transported back to that dark moon lit night in Coimbatore and I am writing agai...

Kill the lights in the night, Let the moon light shine bright. Let the fog damp your sight, In the night, let selene shine bright.    Sing for me, goddess of the moon, Come to me, stay with me, Piercing rays humble my soul, Sing to me, in the night dark as coal. Shower me with your poetic grace, Lets write an ode, a poem or phrase. I miss you too much, pain every day, Come live with me, through the night we shall play. For you through eternity I shall wait, Through night and day, at the haeven's gate. So lovely, selene your beauty shines, Clasp in red, as dark as wine. I reach out to touch your face And embrace you in all your grace. But I'm swallowed; swallowed whole. Consumed by the night as dark as coal. Yet you linger and watch me try In vain; once bitten, twice shy. But not for a moment do you leave my sight As you fade away into the morning light.