All things ( after Guardian) Reformation

All things ( after  Guardian)

All things bright and   beautiful,

Polished by His creative, crafty  

Hands, shaping, allowing each

to his /her  karma /or karmic debt;

upon His first Creation,

 prismatic colors,

 chirping birds, in cages

 just as chained men,

seeking liberation,

animals in tents and

wild wood, roaming

and those tethered,

all have had free play.

Exploiting His freedom

 he  ends up in degeneracy.

His smallness is due

to his meanness, let

God be born again

amidst to nurture

Salvation and refinement.

Wig or periwig

  Wig or periwig

On a bright Sunday morn

She wakes her son up- soon

to be in barber shop, for

the bushy growth of hair

requires immediate cut

in his regular shop- she

vociferously taps him.

Sweat and swap,

thick and  curl,

knot and comb’s

plod - all weary

into a cluster of

rebelling force

of hanging on.

In front of the mirror

counting those lovely

Days of cute curls and

watching those  locks  

now fallen, cut short

in quick shots.

Like fallen angels, they look,

 some are lying flat,

now for upgradation: if it

is from women, those hair

 can go in for making

  false hair:  form men

where will they go?

Wig  or periwig?

Tersa Rima contest

Terza  Rima  contest

Spring  and  summer- two eyes  shimmer ever

Summer ! thou art  my   wholesome promenade

Immediate  pal  of propitious Spring,

Both swing with swift wings in  most esplanade.

Spring ye both   in your own  times, awesome ring

 Over roofs, rigmaroles of rich fragrance,

  pleasant as  palmyras’  in endless bring .

Bad  cold   defies not  your  exuberance

In spring blossoms, facades  and  summer shades.

Wintry bed coils calm   in its resonance .

Cokes  and  lemonade our   retreat in  glades,

Slant in grass  shiver less with   book of ryhmes,

 Blades of grass seasons’ heaven  in  high grades,

Summer  and   floral spring ever in thymes .

In pursuit of silk sari

In   pursuit of silk sari   

Read the variety of weavers and looms

in webs  and links  and  papers and TV ads,

much awaited discounts and   mega sales,

reach to get on showrooms much ahead!

Counter to counter varieties’ galore,

colors parade and  chequered   designs,

all in front of you, in broad spectrums,

eyes enchanted but mind still bemused.

At last, you pick one to cross check

if attached with blouse, broad pallu,

go for trimming and packing with

elegant box in cloth cover handy.

Straight it goes  into your wardrobe,

hanger  taking longer care;though

a fresh piece, you unfold it to let

air free and flexi   silken touch on.

Now comes the pleasant task of

choosing one auspicious day

and avoiding inauspicious time

to deck your much liked sari.

Greater surprise your grand daughter

next  morn  enrobes your  sari!

GUARDIAN (Poem of the week: Aristocrats by Keith Douglas)

There are two noble horses,

One is the animal on the field

On whom rides the soldier,

Other being the bold, man with

a sacrificial urge for the purpose,

be it a nation, or a soil or victory

the need of the hour for his side.

Horse neighs, in a polished tone

“ I am equally noble and duty conscious

For the sacrificial urge in me too

Propels all the time”. They are unicorns

and  embodiment of chivalry.

Victims of gunshots and bullets

Both go down in history like

Legendary heroes. Challenging

rugged paths and stones, run

run towards   higher goals.

Yonder I hear gun shots and

Hoofs with  a bold signal .

• • • • 1) My  sister writes  in

        whole of her lifetime  vivid

        haibun and  haiku

        reverberate   episodes

        into glimpses of moments .

        
        

        
        

         2) almanac  on     wall

          buoyant    back and forth twitter

          seamless reminder

          bygone days of   strain pricking

          veer into shades of flowing

        
        

        
        

               quatrains

        
        

        1)              Does  it wait for  you

        amidst endless queue

         does  that 'it'  refers  to  Time  or  Train?            

          beyond guess of our strain

        
        

        2)       Litter all in the bin

         Some  read and some unread

        leading up to measureless din

        who can prevail our ego to shed?

        
        

        
        

        
        

        
        

        
        

        
        

        
        

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      ANKA

      
      

      
      

       1) My  sister writes  in

      whole of her lifetime  vivid

      haibun and  haiku

      reverberate   episodes

      into glimpses of moments .

      
      

      
      

       2) almanac  on     wall

        buoyant    back and forth twitter

        seamless reminder

        bygone days of   strain pricking

        veer into shades of flowing

      
      

      
      

             quatrains

      
      

      1)              Does  it wait for  you

      amidst endless queue

       does  that 'it'  refers  to  Time  or  Train?            

        beyond guess of our strain

      
      

      2)       Litter all in the bin

       Some  read and some unread

      leading up to measureless din

      who can prevail our ego to shed?

      
      

      
      

      
      

      
      

      
      

      
      

      
      

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    TANKA

    
    

    
    

     1) My  sister writes  in

    whole of her lifetime  vivid

    haibun and  haiku

    reverberate   episodes

    into glimpses of moments .

    
    

    
    

     2) almanac  on     wall

      buoyant    back and forth twitter

      seamless reminder

      bygone days of   strain pricking

      veer into shades of flowing

    
    

    
    

           quatrains

    
    

    1)              Does  it wait for  you

    amidst endless queue

     does  that 'it'  refers  to  Time  or  Train?            

      beyond guess of our strain

    
    

    2)       Litter all in the bin

     Some  read and some unread

    leading up to measureless din

    who can prevail our ego to shed?

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

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  • ,
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  TANKA

  
  

  
  

   1) My  sister writes  in

  whole of her lifetime  vivid

  haibun and  haiku

  reverberate   episodes

  into glimpses of moments .

  
  

  
  

   2) almanac  on     wall

    buoyant    back and forth twitter

    seamless reminder

    bygone days of   strain pricking

    veer into shades of flowing

  
  

  
  

         quatrains

  
  

  1)              Does  it wait for  you

  amidst endless queue

   does  that 'it'  refers  to  Time  or  Train?            

    beyond guess of our strain

  
  

  2)       Litter all in the bin

   Some  read and some unread

  leading up to measureless din

  who can prevail our ego to shed?

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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