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Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai)

Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai) On the auspicious occasion of Guru Nanak Dev Ji's Gurpurab, this poem emerges as a ...

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Haiku - Lonesome


Damp winds ruffle my soul.
A rainy august evening snatched her away,
Forever. Cold clammy fathoms stare.

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19 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 1, 2013 at 6:28 AM

    Ah. Wonderfully chilling.

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  2. Tara R.September 1, 2013 at 6:31 AM

    Yes, chilling. Well done.

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  3. JenKehl.comSeptember 1, 2013 at 7:00 AM

    oooooo

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  4. brudbergSeptember 1, 2013 at 10:54 AM

    Chills.. and sadness.

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  5. PurpleMooseSeptember 1, 2013 at 1:20 PM

    we DID write at opposites, didn't we? Well written, Ruby. Beautifully sad.

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  6. TrifectaSeptember 1, 2013 at 8:18 PM

    Such a beautiful little poem. Thank you for linking up with Trifecta this weekend.

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  7. AnonymousSeptember 2, 2013 at 12:39 AM

    In just a few words you conveyed deep loss and emptiness.

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  8. kymmSeptember 2, 2013 at 2:48 AM

    That damp wind of yours is ruffling my soul! Beautiful, Ruby!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 3, 2013 at 7:20 AM

      Thank you so much Kymm. It is so good to hear such encouraging words

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  9. AnonymousSeptember 2, 2013 at 10:47 AM

    Ruby, you write so nicely! :D

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 3, 2013 at 7:21 AM

      Thank you so much Linda. It is encouraging to hear such kind words from you

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  10. JennySeptember 9, 2013 at 1:04 PM

    Cold clammy fathoms?

    That was cool.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 10, 2013 at 9:15 AM

      Thank you so much Jenny. It is so good to hear from you

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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