Whispering Thoughts

You are a delicious habit! Enticing and intoxicating. Bittersweet ecstasy. Your warm hug, so electric, it sets my heart racing. Taste of your lips, those hershied kisses, like velvety crumbs melting in my mouth, scrumptiously trickling down my throat. Your flavor playing on my tongue. Yearningly, I smooth down your golden gown, fingers gliding over your flawless skin. My heart jumps, as your silky smoothness reveals itself. Your beauty beholds me. Slowly, I devour you. Consume you with all my passion, and rip apart every single fibre of your being. Chocolate, you are a luscious tease. A delish delectable dessert. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Habit

Reminiscent heart as I dust off spiderwebs from our souvenirs. Linking with Haiku Horizons: Spider

Name, heraldic, expressive, identifying, designating, distinguishing, gradually turning to dust, nomen .

Tight pillow cuddles, in an effort to search warmth. And, it becomes you. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #85 Tight&Warm

Stranded together, you and me, and spread before us, a vast expanse. Uncharted, unbeknown, fickle and transient, these heavy seas of love, life and laughter. This rise and fall, This flow and ebb, this leap and restraint, bursting with wonders, this impermanence. Moon tides, visiting and leaving, struggling, but still making it to shores, inspiring to hold a little faith, as we sail shorewards, together, on stranger tides. So, behold my dear, as we steer in undulating swells and unrelenting currents. Come, sail away with me. With a little luck, and if the winds favor, love might drift towards us. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Luck

Short breaths, anxious vibes, The pulsations, fast and loud Climbing flights of stairs. Linking with Haiku Horizons : Fast

Lilting taste of childhood on my tongue, delicacies doled out by your hearth, wounded knees running down the streets, unburdened shoulders practicing at chin-up bars, careless giggles at petty nothings, unfinished home works and unlearnt chapters, splashing in puddles and running after kites, catching fireflies and winning paperboat races, having you pick up after me, my knee high socks, belts, ties and toys, strewn all over the carpeted floors, bedside stories ringing with love, melodic harmonies lulling me to sleep, words of wisdom leading me to light, your hurrying me to reach school on time, scolding me for my errant ways, smothering me with loving embraces. Lilting taste of childhood in everything and though I had my fair share, yet it seems like I have not had enough of it.

Flaming passions cowed. Only studded gems shine bright, Like fiery embers. Linking with Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #83 Gem and Flame

I and Yashika enthusiastically embarked on doll pilgrimage. What better way to spend International Doll's Day. Two initiates in doll-cult enjoying an amazing collection from around the world. Dolls dating back to 1700s. Dolls gifted by royalty. Dolls depicting traditions and trends. Dolls intricate and dolls, crude and rudimentary. Dolls with broken parts and dolls finished to perfection. Antiques to modern. Collector's dream. Nation's treasure. Awe inspiring. One section hosted life-size dolls from across Eurasian regions. Almost every doll there seemed alive. Even the three seated at centre stage. Though with their disheveled looks, blackened eye sockets, grim looks and soiled rags, they looked horrifying. Like they had been taken out of some horror movie. Looking at them made us uncomfortable so we hurriedly moved to next display. For a fleeting instance, I felt the focus of those ghostlike dolls shift. Following my movement. I disregarded the feeling. There we...

Hearts are seized swiftly But you have to swirl slowly To seep and seek souls. Linking with Haiku Horizons

One day you loitered through my mind, an unhurried thought, distinct and clear, unlike the hazy and fogged rushes, and the train of my thoughts slowed. I dwelled on us for some time and then I laughed off the idea, brushed it aside, vigorously erasing the traces etched by it on the slate of my mind but some markers are permanent and try as hard as you might you cannot rub out their writings from the board. You now linger in my thoughts, like an indelible ink stain on paper. And I translate you into syllables, words, proses and poems. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Idea

Beyond the rainbows, Lie fluffy castles of clouds, Where stars dwell, my child. The child reverent, Of this infinite stardom And magic it weaves. Stars in his small eyes, Cosmos conspires in favor Of the faithful child. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #82 Star & Child

Tiny hands foraged the canisters, scrounging home churned butter, the pitcher hung out of their reach. Balancing intricately, the cowherds raised Kanha who doled out the delicacy for his kinfolk. His shenanigans, simultaneously amusing and annoying Gokul. Mesmerizing, the ways of Lord.