Far away in the MooNLighT are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead!

The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.
Under the eyes of the stars and the moon's rictus
He suffers his desert pillow, sleeplessness
Stretching its fine, irritating sand in all directions.

I'm an Insomniac and I enjoy the pain.

Chandni(The MooNLighT)

An Imagination

What is the ultimate power source that can lead to great success??? This question is best answered by asking a series of questions. What force........

Travels faster than the speed of light???

Penetrates all known barriers, whether concrete or steel???

Transcends time...both past and future...enabling anyone to turn the clock backward or forward into infinity???

Supplies each of us with an unlimited source of creativity???

Splashes oils and paint on canvas to create a… Continue

"Tears or smiles"
Life is like a big swing dangling between the depths of happiness and sadness,As soon as we descend down the slope of sadness,we accelerate over the ever-feel-good acclivity of happiness. At times of distress...when we are down we slip into an abyss of emotional trauma and frustrations... One who can rise above the occasion, is the architect of many wins over sorrows....
I have always believed..life is like a piano where white keys represent happiness and black keys repr… Continue

What is ROMANTICISM ???

In a recently started discussion most people connected it with romance,well its not romance but a State of being Romantic,it is a category of art based on the recognition of the principle that man possesses the faculty of volition" - and presents "what Man could b" the "literature d… Continue

Well the monsoon is over,but the rains started,n that made me write about my favourite season"MONSOON"..
The best thing God ever made...it feels great to get soaked in rains...that whiff of natural earthly scent...those splashes from ur friend...those paper boats...nothing artificial about it....everything is so pure...so natural...god's own world...


I remember once it rained I walk in wet clothes through the empty streets...I look to the sky to see the drop falling on my eyes.
I see the birds… Continue