Two Moons

I am amazed at the strange sight
Of Two Moons shining in the sky.
Pulling me together and tearing me apart
In the brutal silence of the night.
I have noone to run to,noone to call.
My guardian angels are occupied,
In their own stupid brawl.
I walked away from the old moon,angry at its erratic ways..
I had forteen questions,for each of its phase...
Waxing and Waning, it always left me in a lurch.
Leaving me to justify the ensuing smirch.
The new moon was inviting with all its stable might,
It always was a bright circle in the coldness of night.
No days of total absence and no tiny crescent,
But it killed me by being a bit too quiescent.
It was unmoving, untouched by my tears and my plight.
It had the boon of patience,but the curse of fright.
Afraid it was to change its luminiscence
It left me blinded in its bleamy prescence.
As I wake in the morning, the two moons remain an indication
Of the apocalyptic end, or a cryptic acclamation.
I am not a slave to the twelve houses in the box,
I have my free will, to walk away from the rocks.
I remain a slave though to my dreams and my battered ego,
These angles will pave the path, to an unseen amigo
In search of a new moon Or to walk alone,
I have my brawling angels to guide me to unknown.
---------------------------(C) Dixy Gandhi

Summer Solistice

The sun is my anchor,I'm tethered to its end.
Its gonna accept me as I am -'unbend'
My values took a backseat, as I raced against time,
Fixating on my anchor, believing its sublime.
Six months of swaying, nowhere to land.
Waited for this day, to know where I stand.
I raced with eagerness, to embrace the sun
I feel the closeness, but also the burn.
Its hurting to find,that its not as good as it seemed,
Was strongly declined,the joys that I dreamed.
It quite shattered my heliocentric universe,
Turning an eccentric who believed in it, adverse.
The sun is egocentric, with its own conditions
Wants me to accept, without any exceptions.
Summer Solistice is revealing,It makes one see the real,
The mist is cleared, the warmth exposing the cruel.
I still have it in me,to sway to the other end,
To defy the pull,to remain "unbend".
And this I promise myself to do,
Unshackle the bond, and bid adieu.
---------(c) Dixy gandhi.

Winter Solistice

A brand new way, for the first post of the year.

Winter Solistice

I took a few strides anchored,
On the heels of my seude boots,
The winter chill turning me inward,
Down to the chill of my roots.
The cold, contracted corners,
Of my callous, craving heart
Still searching for mourners
For its being slowly ripped apart.
No one in sight, as I walk alone,
A loner, caught in my karma
With a thousand of my sins to atone.
The warmth eludes me,
As I swing to the extreme,
Longing to be pulled back
To fulfill a loner's dream.
Waiting for my sun, to embrace me again,
To make me feel wanted, to keep me sane.
Its always the coldest
At a Winter solistice,
When the sun is the farthest,
And I fail to realise,
I need to be the strongest
And fight all the lies.
The sun is my anchor,am tethered to its end.
Its gonna accept me as I am 'unbend'.

------------(c) Dixy Gandhi

Feline Life

Something I wrote recently, after not attempting poetry for years during which Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Keats and like were resting peacefully, I give them reason to take a turn in their graves yet again by trying it..


Feel feline as I live all my nine lives,

In an equal amount of hours given to me,

The so-called notions are out of the window

And sanity is something i fail to see

Am running and failing as my mind strives,

To decide if its such a must

or a thing which i can forego

the line between respect and adoration is thin,

And guess I travelled in gust

The blurred partition long ago.

Its darker out here, As I battle alone

Knowing its nothing but a lost one

My enemy is first my swollen ego

And then you, who wont ever dream the way I do.

- (c)Dixy Gandhi