summer dawn
parrots shuttlecock from
branch to branch
Friday, July 28, 2017
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Ode to be born ( Guardian)
Ode to be
born (Guardian)
Ye, tender and soft still
In the embryonic stage
Yet to be full-grown and bloom
With the Gift
of Life Source
to be
ordained by His Will
now kicking the
walls
Of mother’s womb,
cosy:
Pure and innocence
only
Developed through
karma’s
Consciousness : sleep
and smile
Only your assets
now unbroken.
Continuing also, when you
Come out in due
course
After full round
of stay
In mother’s womb,
You will be a
fairer flower
Don’t fall a
prey to
World’s wicked thistle
hub.
Let every charm
be your
Protective cover
with a
Cautionary tale of
minute
Worth and wisdom.
This knowledge shall
earn you degrees of
peace and serenity.
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
haiku
winter’s chill
musical notes flow
cosy
her shiver
wintry morn
coats feel the
warmth
of skin
mapping on the wall
the tour is over
father proclaims Monday, July 24, 2017
haiku (weather)
colorful caps
showcase the line
big queue
new fragrance
she draws away
the
withered pot
she is cool
tucked inside the
mother’s sari
cloth liners
one on another- twine
no space
on ravine’s summit
the otherness of life
you feel
Friday, July 21, 2017
haiku
each day a
newness
crows gathering
a ringtone
twigs and straw nest
sparrows’ cove
independence
on the gorge
all around you is
a mirage
Fireflies
Fireflies ( Guardian)
You pass through
your own
Chosen path, not
caring for anything
but road signals, to sustain you
for a safe way: heather or
tall pine
the same wind blowing
on your
sides. In your
own heart you
feel shifts of
wafts along your
breath, making some
magical tricks.
What are these
emitting light,
disappear again?
Are they
Chimerical in my
view? Twin
Sisters of sad or
happy prevailing?
Take their own
turns to
Arrest
furthering move?
any wizard or
will- f- the wisp
surreptitious misleading
you .
no enchanting lady
either;
something
eluding your
inward eye,
again a chimera
within? Could be a
dream
walk tapping you
,anyway
it is endless, meandering.
Thursday, July 20, 2017
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Soul searching always?
Soul searching
always...
Where are
those souls?
What
happened to those
in a
drift dragged away
sudden before
expectation?
Or after
full round of completion?
departed
big
or small,
memory haunts
us always
sobering our daily routine
rhythm
less spanning empty.
Where are
they ,clinging to us
in endearing
ways, how so many?
Where are they
now?
Where unto did
they go hiding?
A shift
to be away
from the
Clutter of the
scheming crowd
Or move
of their choice to
a remote shining galaxy
twinkling
and counting
the itinerant mass; or
Playing hide and seek
amidst
the puffy,
dark and white clouds,
reaching seamless
to the edge?
Taking an oath not
to be reborn
In this mundane earth, if given
an option .Soul searches for
ever
this unanswered query.
haiku
his feather
my bookmark during
my childhood days
chic and mother
comfort zone—in
the basket
a free bird
morrow a prey in the
dish bowl
my balcony
usual wake up call
missing today
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Sunday, July 16, 2017
haiku
on the gorge
I am to feel smallness around
in the river
poetry is in motion
ducks in line
miles of dreams to go
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Do not be belittled by your slowness , dear snail! ( Guardian)
Do not
be belittled by your slowness , dear snail!
( Guardian)
Do not be, under any trivial circumstances
belittled
by your slowness. In being branded
tardy you are
not small, but we
see a coiling
beauty in you,
the necessity of invention.
You are an
adept in achieving
the lack
by another tool. Ye, brownish,
you are
different something in creation.
With his
two feet, Man is fast to tumble,
To effect topsy-turvy the
engine in mode.
You are
slow by your contractility
Also inch
by inch by your steadiness.
Your Slow
is
fast enough .
Friday, July 14, 2017
Thursday, July 13, 2017
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
could you be
·
could
you be
Could you be the soft wipes
On my face when cumin seeds
erupt like hot pellets from
the
frying pan, when the right hand
is with the ladle, the left
helplessly
drawing closer to the eyes ?
could you be my strength to
hold on straight to the rills
on the moving bus if positioned
to stand on the foot-board
while jostled on all sides,
hanging, hanging for Life?
Could you be my balanced
force to swim against
the
odd currents in the much
troubled waters wondering
the mystery of ocean, universe
and watery force ?
Above all, Yours must be
The unforsaking Hand
ready to redress my call
of urgency and dire necessity
for my unquestioning will
and spirit and prostrating
ever to You.
o
Monday, July 10, 2017
Saturday, July 08, 2017
haiku
summer’s show
call of pruned plants and
touch and go showers
last flicker
unending page - next
summer morn
Friday, July 07, 2017
An ideal walking his blues ( guardian)
An ideal
walking his blues.
Not much blues, or bathos but
daily inevitable Chores,
he leads his full lived,
his tuned life to the core,
his cool morn wakes him
by four, with
the early
birds chirping close in the
balcony, reverberate the melody.
With the serene walking by
His path going always
Undeviating ,unalloyed by
Stress or strains.
His walk stick
handed out to him by his wife,
his bearing, lifelong
partner
with admonishing word of care
and warn on the traffic ridden road,
his equally corroded shoes,
the pair old
knocking the stones
thistles and rumbles more
by his Will power than anything.
No question of new wife in his life,
Nor does the clock race for he knows
His time and tenure of living.
An ideal walks back his home
to the care of his
wife.
Thursday, July 06, 2017
Nihilism taking its toll
Nihilism taking
its toll
Yonder nihilistic
boat
in its
anchor awaiting
the seasoned call of
its
master. This is
not the
only
one. To my surprise
many I have witnessed
making inroads
into
smooth
sails of those
in untroubled waters.
These nihilistic boats
have no
select Seasons
or set reasons, nor are they
weathered
by
stormy winds
or torpedoes. Creating whirlpools
is the pastime
of
this
nihilistic boats.
Crew and cabin
have
washed their sins
easy
as the bodies
are washed ashore.
As always you
cling to
His Feet, seek His Magic Wand
To protect
you ever,ever.
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