Tanka ONLY IN ACCORDANCE WITH 575 SYLLABLES

TANKA

1)     Casket opens  slow

treasury of ancient coins

 thrill of entire house

glitter  and share of inmates

till nightfall their bonanza

         A   cellar  full of

winery succulent flows

today’s drive and thrill

pushing you to market place

dreams  and definitions  there.

Station to station ( after guardian)

Station to station  ( after guardian)

Train passes through carrying

the dusk and dust laden in my heart

of forgotten old days yet, inerasable:

dust of insults and injury so sad;

pigeons are covey shot as if at one

sling and taking of in a broad spectrum

of day, me delightfully passing through;

smoke out of tea cups, as if each

segment with a memory stirring

with a tale .Journey to London,

train passing through pastures,

cows grazing, and hills, trains

halting with automated doors

opening  when people enter hang

on  to leather straps; Shakespeare

and  Words worth, Arnold and Eliot

spring from my memory, my college

days, learning passion unabated till now.

Learn so much from nostalgia

Soothing,  to relive our life past.

spiraling Love not merely sensuous;

Spiraling Love  not merely sensuous;

I am the  tempting juice

Of love springing from gardens,

Wine yard  and Roses  and Lily

In water pond, where  cranes

Meditate looking upwards

With a  zeal a  texture -

Veneration and  awaiting

Rain bearing clouds  

Pouring and endless pouring,

Winter is gone,  aged

Do not shudder shivering cold

Rains stopped, blooming

Spring in buds and chirping

Of parrots – beckoning love,

Song of love, sweet voice

All over  gardens and gates!

Echo from caverns  blowing

All corners, conch and shell,

 mountains and woods,

Castles  and caverns, Love

Knot ties -governing principle

Of all journeying through ;

Dawn breaks with a  bright

Star, slowly coming out of

Its orb with  healing touch

of love and   hope  and warmth.

No taxes,  no surcharge, no

Penalty,   horseman  with

hoofs hurried with a   bridle of

unchecked freedom.

wild flower

wild flower

 A  passage into wildflower meadow,

 where  Daisy and Celandine,grow

to please us although with a  name

of wild, growing and spreading fast

a kind of dominion free  and fast

unchecked with colorful flowers

until wind shakes while pink and bluebells

shower   their kindness  in spiraling mood;

they have their own roots  and  lifestyle ;

they have their own systematic  journey;

yet winds  will shed their thorns and thistles

a stage when  no more growth and spread.

They  too have their own  last stage and

A state  when they are not wanted;

A day in kitchen

A day in kitchen

 His  culinary experience on  a

 Day of festive gathering, in

 Battling, rattling utensils ,

 Cutlery of shine and pine,

 Straight on cucumber

And greens, leafy edible

Vegetables supple and sticky

His clock ticking every minute,

For he is conscious of lofty

Gathering and ensemble,

Party and repartee

 Cheering in cue and care.

Oil in frying pan bubble

And smoke wavy up ;

Deep fry of papads

Salads and soups in cups,

Dish ornamental and porcelain,

Spicy spinach and pickles

Tempting and demanding

For the day’s pride  and pleasure.

I reach home with a heart

Full of my duty done in utmost

 Satisfaction  and  stay in good looks

Of master’s  books and love endure.

Passing on to another

Passing on to another…

The red pomegranate on the bowl

be dissected into four segments,

both beauty and taste nullified

In minutes like chopping of tree’s

Blossoming and full blown vagrant

By crude farmer’s tillage when commerce

And e-commerce join hands to proceed

In their respective way. Same merciful

Hands of farmer  till now, watering and

Manuring aslant a  sword to fetch a

Bounteous yield in a different way.

Child picks up seeds amidst  juice

Like blood oozing, in dainty fingers;

Its pain smeared all over .Land being

Passed on to other unknown hands

When  loss  and benefit-- the  future

Mantras of  business  class.

    

CORSAGE

CORSAGE

   Not  a  flower of amaranthine  nature,

 but  a  buddy Rose of fragrance,

lasting on my buttonhole,

 with a smile of endurance

and grandeur, sits steady and firm

as  woman of   firm household

 minding and binding in the hearth.

A precious GIFT from her good self,

The  gentle serenading of Rose,

A move  0f lullaby  and sleep,

 Tapping around  white  garment

 Travelling all over as a  faithful

  Servant  clinging on ; a breeze afar

  Welcomes you with a  bliss

  Of boon passing on to the  Giver.

 A  morrow for all of us with a

Waking Dawn and buttonhole

 Smiling steady and stay ever.