Haiku prompt : Sprout

Prompt : Sprout.

dessert   on  table

China  bowl  a  cute baby

 numbers  nimble   by

Haibun-- Beyond The Grit.

                 Standard  Haibun

               Prose --Preface ---- Title.

         After  a   deadlock of humdrum realities of domestic life,  a  desired, inevitable break, on to pastures,

     to farmland. Flora  and  fauna, offer me   a lot, comforting   in dire  distress.  I am  transported  to a 

     different world of  Nature’s  ambiance  and  therapist  value .On the other hand,  contemplate  this

     decadent world of diminishing   values. Sitting  royally on the grass mound, independent  too, for

    no  intruders there. Painfully ruminate over the departed souls, long lost  and separated  children.

    Far away, a train   speeds past.

          ‘I am  in  the  green  painfully  viewing  sad humanity.’

             Beyond  the  grit.

  Train  trackless   rummages

 tender   wails  silent     Corner  

angst  therein   forayed.

Poignant Recollections By The Inmates Of The House.

Poignant     Recollections   By  The  Inmates  Of  The House.              

It  has been  precious  thirty  years

Since  our  mother  reached  Heavenly   Abode.

 The  ancestral   palatial   house,

 our  home, Resting  on pillars,  as  she

Rested  on  her   Deity, protecting symbol

a monumental   rock of  our  stay.

During  our  yearly regular  visits,

Memory  revitalised  by poignancy,

Concomitant  to our  unfading  moments

Of  life   and strife  and  shift   and  stay.

Rills  of   winding   staircase  echo

A tune of   past ,dipped in melody sad.

Copper  utensils, thin  filmy   soot  on the wall ,

arranged  vessels  and  cupboards,

Coffee  mugs  in multiples,

For all of us rightfully

Demanded  cups  of  coffee

In  the   fresh   morn  and noon.   

A discarded  mobile , crave for use,

Picked   and  cared  by  her, amidst  books

and publications ; messages   and   numbers

 in languished state. Verses   and   worshipful

Muses, her  language   Life’s immediacy.

Her  voices, vision, her recordation

All  her language, we still speak  and  voice.

     

The Blank page.

 The  blank  page.

Hitherto it  is   a lengthy  Blank page,

A    brave  voyage  through   every  crucial   stage,

Viewing  ups   and  downs  a  committed  necessity,

Without    diluting  static  bound   veracity.

Brahma   writes our set   Karma,

Our  fate,  we question  Brahma and  Dharma.

He  should  Descend  to  undo our misgivings.

 Only  way  to redress  our   diapered  feelings.

In the uncanny void

  

                In  the uncanny  void         

 In   the uncanny void, there is copious renewal,

 in the throbbing fullness, there  is  some denial.

 In  the  cup   marmalade,  a  speck of sourness,

  In the rigid  jelly, there is   hardened  sweetness.

Quite   a  many believe in the white  crow on  sky.

Chase already  the  black on the    hop skip  fly.

Void  is  no longer  a   void,  but    flip to preamble

To   a   bank of   nets   and  rods in profitable   gamble.  

What is silencing me

                           What  is  silencing  me

                  I   beached into  the   oceanic  sandy  rims,

                  Roars  sketching    the High and Mighty,

                  Origin of  Creation’s  rollingly  vociferous

                  Yet pushing  us  into   Thundering  Silence.

                  Silence  within, amidst  agitation  and  cogitation.    

                  Sun  and   Moon  and   sky  and   Stars,

                  Ageless  aeons of space   and serenity.

                  Those  roars  are not  roars, but

                  Therapy of miracles  silencing 

                 Your  ache  and   pained  sores

                 Wound cuts of  hearts, day in and

                 day out, witness  silently into

                 atrocities .  As rolling  goes on

               allowing  things  go by. All

               movable  merging into immovable

               one  for  all . Somewhere  far off,

              a  cat comfortably  moves,

               as  if Trinity is by its side.

               Silencing  takes possession

               Of   being within.

   

                     

 Ifs  But  Not  Buts

If  blue  azure  and  rain bearing  clouds

Failed to protect up fronting lands,

Parched  fields, craving  cattle,

If  starry nights  suddenly shifted

Into   gloom  and  paled into  dark,

What  would  roaming  humanity

do  distressed   in night  to  run 

after safety, lurk into refuge.

If  mighty roars  of  seas,

From  ages been roaring,

Roaring   abominably

To the skies, deafening 

Us  all  around,

Failed  to  calm  the

Questioning   inhuman,

Mad  as  we are  all.

If  soothing  lullaby

did not  reach the weeping

in the cloth cradle,

if  words  of wisdom

and letters  of  prediction,

and  voices of  clairvoyance

failed  to  reach  the  mass,

in  day to day  battle,

where would be the lovers

and  common  lives  and

dictates   of suffering ?

where is  the question of 

romance  and  romping?

Gods are bewildered

Gods   are  bewildered

They  are  the    wary  sentry

On the burning  mound,

Night  and  day  on

The  patrol,  for  the

Dismembered  bodies.

Behind the burnt, burning  embers, 

Some  things  stare up,

Could  be, their angst  for

Avowed  revival  or renewal

For prolonged entity.

The  departed  are in the

Hot  lounge,  for  embarkation,

Again  to  their  accustomed ports.

A  mad  desire  to  live   again,

Don’t  count  their  sins, shortcomings.

From   afar, Gods are bewildered 

Wondering where to  fix them,

How  to  fix them, how  long 

Will it  take  for  Gods to  fix  them.

We  too  are bewildered .

You Lizard --- like ( A dig at the cheating, businesslike and scam,human)

You  Lizard --- like ( A dig  at  the cheating, businesslike  and scam,human)

  You  are  inhuman, robed in human

apparel  of  convincing  move

 of  sophisticated  look, of

integrity   and amassing  coinage.

As  fast,  wary in catching  its  calculated

prey, on  the floor, hide  and  seek

You  don’t  fascinate  but detract

With  your  sly eyes. Your  game is

A loyalty besmeared  and  suppressed.

A  foreigner in your own company,

You  can merge  with  the  appalling 

Dark   and  still  do  business  with

Your uncanny  pals. Appear 

and  disappear with  swift  move .

we   have  to live  with you.