Whispering Thoughts

When the thorn bush turns white, he thinks. His hands worked in the farm with all sincerity, aware of the field supervisor's eyes that missed nothing. Tired, spiritless souls picking and stacking their hard labour for selling in bigger markets, waiting earnestly for 10th of each month when their effort would be rewarded with crisp currency. It was for survival that he had first moved out of his hilly hamlet. Back in his home town, the winters were long and harsh. A burning hearth needed earning hands. So he came here and labored his days in the orchards of this valley which bustled all time with clamor of touring feet. Out here, life itself seemed long and harsh; a frenzied subsistence. He yearned for dreary winters and cozy quilts; ached for mother's lap; yenned for father's embrace and longed to hear tinkling laughter of his folks. He even pined for insular niches ringing with folktales. Every single mention of his village sent goosebumps through his skin. Every pict...

Milk blend occasionally. Black tea on Shatabdi rides. Green tea and iced tea almost regularly. Remember how I used to be anti-tea. That changed when I moved to this new office. An occasional cuppa now and then. Distasteful. This hot beverage. Quite unlike coffee. Nothing beats a hot vanilla cappuccino. Peculiar that I should be rambling about this, estranged as we are now. And not that it really matters. But I had to share my heart with you. Over a cup of coffee. Just like old times. Peculiar too, that times never return. And flow of life is almost ceaseless. Linking with: Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 word challenge: Peculiar

From tame wavelets to wild and potent swells, Waves, big and small, all die at my feet, Their last breath etched on my surface forever, Scarred, I stand tall, proud and lone, Watching this tidal dance of rising crests and falling troughs.

A familiar rhythm. Smooth cadence trills through my veins. Rhyme wafts finally. Linking with Ronovan Writes #weekly #haiku #poetry prompt #challenge #81 Trill & Final

Wandering feet rest, Stilled in silent dreamless sleep, When everything ends. Linking with Haiku Horizons: Sleep

Each syllable an echo, Every word a sigh, Sentences adrift in the vast sea of conscious, The wandering waves of thoughts breaking at the cerebral shores, The quill picking up the pearls from the rubble, Juxtaposing and laying them appositely on the blank canvas, Forming little versified islands of dreams, Breathtakingly beautiful.

Transients wither, But the fragrant love stays fresh, Lingering in style. Linking with Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #80 Style & Fresh

It matters little, Where we spend eternity, As long as we are. Linking with Haiku Horizons: Spend

In the hollow of hills, Deep holy depths beckon. Approximated to 6.5 meters in legends, Estimated fathomless in folklores. Shores bedighted with Floating reeds, Water placid at surface. But beneath its still facade, Rest many stories. Ripple. Vortex. Silence. Abyssal. As ever.

I lingered with you In thick dense fog; Slowly weaving my way Through the murky night, Lit by two bright Hazel lamps; And in that warm luster, That radiant glow, I strayed far, Until the dim light Of dawn Sneaked up to me. By then, It was too late To turn back And find my way. Instead I decided to wander, With you, In your skies and oceans. May be They could lead me home.

Crystal blue showers, And rays scatter like jewels, With quivering hope. Linking with Ronovan Writes #weekly #haiku #challenge

The golden globe Sets about northwards. The bonfires Return longer, warmer days. Ripened rabi invites For sumptuous meals, Garnished generously with love. Folksongs on pouting lips, Rhythm in feet, And thank yous in heart For fire and sun and light In dreary winter days. The colorful spring skies Speckled With kites soaring high. Ensorcelled, I relish this end of winter.

A gift for real, The one that's secretly sealed With silent blessings. Linking with Haiku Horizons

Silver dust spattered, Against infinite clear skies, The vastness humbling. Linking with Ronovan Writes #poetry #haiku challenge

The night falls And then In the creases Of your embrace The dawn breaks, Alone. The sun rises And I yearn To escape again Into The starlit skies, Sequestered In your embrace, You Holding me till dawn.