Thursday, 29 August 2013

For  :  Poetry Jam

Prompt  :  Steps   


Blazing summer smiles
Occasional norwester
Brings pain and pleasure

Light footsteps of rain
A beauty at first, then beast
Teaches endurance

Early autumn is
Comely, serene and festive
Sprinkling contentment

In fall; late autumn
‘Ecstasy and agony’
Keats is everywhere

Trees shorn of beauty
Expectant for warm caress
And fragrant moments

Sprightly spring steps in
Her magic wand blesses all
Life returns with joy

Thus come one by one
Touches, teaches each of us
For the final step

Wednesday, 28 August 2013


This flute player
Has been creating
Enchanting notes for
Thousands of years
  With an eager eye
For a devoted listener
It's not that no one had 
Ever heard Him
Didn't Meera leave
Her king and palace
 Only to be immersed into
That ethereal flow                                                                                                                
The Little Butter Thief
     Wants your All

Only then will He let you                                                                                      
  Hear His strain                                                                                                   

Monday, 26 August 2013

For  :               

Haiku Heights #273 - Bat




Supersonic babe
Wiping out our enemies
Still misunderstood

Sunday, 25 August 2013

For  : 

Poetry Pantry - #164



In the dimly lit hut
The little fairy blows the white conch shell
And lights her tiny oil lamp
Makes sure her deity is garlanded
And sandal paste put on its forehead
She offers sweetmeats on banana leaves
They will become Prasad bearing blessings
She closes her eyes and sings
The soulful music lights the celestial lamps
Every atom vibrates with devotion
She becomes Prayer herself

Rising fragrance from the incense stick
Envelops the devotee’s world


Wednesday, 21 August 2013

For  :  Poetry Jam

Prompt - VISION

He painted murals
Walls and ceilings reflected his light
Sometimes he would be found strolling in the garden
Soaking up all the fragrance and colors inward
His brush moved so fast ……
In split seconds his canvases spoke
Though his world was getting blurred day by day
He never lost hope and grew a strong inner eye
His brush didn’t stop though vision did
He turned his hand to sculpture
And he did bring life to stones
Smilingly he would say
“Leaving the world of color
I am now enjoying this world of shape”

For   :  Verse First ~ I Cried Out


Everything is so noisy these days
I am not having a wink of sleep (cry)

I hear my swollen knees and ankles
In their sinister voices telling me
 Hey how dare you climb so many stairs?

I rather not dwell on my mind…ugh!
It has become a forest, my own making of course (sigh)
Harboring tigers and lions, rhinos and monkeys
Pouncing and roaring, chasing and screeching……..
I shudder………….and …………I hear…..    Is it my voice?

“What! It is my body. Not I the body
And I cannot be the mind. It’s my mind.
They are my possessions. They are not I.”

Then “I” must be something different………..
Now I am in search of my “I”……