Whispering Thoughts

Tempting teasing trace, the strange curves of silhouette, the super ascent, Scorpio snakes raising dust, the conquest of Dhauladhars. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #poetry 

These poems are simply a hesitating attempt, to define the sheer seduction and pure bewilderment of the abstract, (the fresh crisp winds, the gold floating on rivulets, the crown glittering on Dhauladhars, the soft covers of blue skies, the flawless arch of rainbows, the mesmerizing cadence of life, this palette encompassing every hue); translations of intangible perceptions; a modest effort at most, to capture the essence, of raw beauty in these instantaneous transliterations; random lyrical expressions, couple of words juxtaposed, in proper meteric form, to allow a basic rhythmic structure. Oh! These poems are nothing but the words flowing, creating puddles of melodies, in the faint hope that someday birdsongs will breath life in them. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #111

Just like the persistence, of the tiny miniscule seed, seemingly dormant in the dirt, but wild and robust deep inside, never really still, creating and growing all the time, and then one fine day, out of the smallest crack in the concrete, shoots up one beautiful rose, mayhaps a dandelion. One perfect mesmerizing rose. One breathtakingly beautiful dandelion. A little piece of carbon, refined by perseverance, into a purest diamond. Just like the persistence of that tiny miniscule seed, that little piece of carbon, you too persist. As long as you breathe dearest. For there’s no other way to be. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook #100words : Dirt

I detest the dark, do not favor the umbra, that somber mystique. The rays of light beckon me, I breathe the morning splendor. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #poetry prompt #Challenge #258

The naysayers. The mockers. The teasers. The idle drifters. The defenders. The comforters. Their eyes were watching. Their watch crawling on her spine like a lizard sneaking on the wall. She shook off the feeling. Felt the lizard fall. And busied her mind. Running the 800 metres, perfecting the high jump, revising the broad jump. The crowd had 14000 chances. To cheer and boo. She had but one. This one. The uniform beckoned. The background faded. And with that denial, she succeeded. In her soul. In her home. In her street. And in her test. The standards were finally met. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook :100 words: Denial And with Thin Spiral Notebook :100 words: Lizard    

The tea simmering in kettle, the lentils bubbling, the clothes churning in washtub, the deft hands ironing the wrinkles of rumpled clothes, the brooming, the mopping, the dusting, the suppleness of fresh waters, the crunch of crisp morning air, the scattered mild sunlight, filtering through woods. The calm inside. The stirring of gravy, the fluffing of bread, the frothy blend of minty buttermilk, the running for school and office, the rinsing of utensils, the hanging of clothes on the line. Simultaneous. Synchronous. Sudden. The chaos outside. The discipline. The mastering of sprint. The pace settling to a soft rhythm. Harmonious. Written for Friday Fictioneers  

The lush greens, the darks, the lights, the mediums, the browns, blending in perfect proportions, washed, rather bathed and cleansed with rain, dancing and swaying merrily in refreshing cool breeze, hailing, heralding, extending that embalming hug. The glacial bite seeping through pores, reviving the parched soul. Thirst quenching. Oh! It had been a while. But, what a welcome? The hills are happy. The daughter is home. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #110 Glacial

Though ripped, and sunkissed, gardens still inspire poems, perchance, love mends them. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #PoetryPrompt #Challenge #257

Spick and span, fragrant with the bloom of your favorite flowers, the house is ready to greet you, my love. Come soon! For the daisies will wilt, and dust will gather in the crevices of that designer wrought iron railing. And darling! I am growing old now. The dusting, the watering, the climbing of stairs have all become once in a daytime things. Amidst the places to visit and errands to run, I long to hear you ramble from the diwan bed in the lobby, munching the home-cooked culinary delights. And my arms are aching to hold you. Come soon!  Linking with Friday Fictioneers  PHOTO PROMPT COURTESY : ©Ceayr

Earnest hopes, served raw, from the dawn’s sacred threshold, with dash of sunlight. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #Poetry Prompt#Challenge #256 

Boxes of desires rotting in the dusty corners of the heart, silently withering under the load of odd everyday jobs. Occasionally they raise their heads, every once in a while, like ripe buds, ready to blossom, but mercilessly we nip them. Right there, right then. Asking them to wait, for the most opportune moment. And like the abstract mirage of the desert, that befitting twinkling keeps eluding us. Boxes of desire keep piling, one above the other. Eventually, at the eventide of life, they glare at us, our bucket lists, nullified, neutralized. No voice, no echo, no timbre, no influence. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook :100 words : Boxes

Speak, oh dear little sparrow speak! So long! And all this while, not a tweet from you? No chitter, no flitter, not even your glimpse. ‘Twas like you had moved to distant lands. Seemingly gone forever. Speak, oh dear little pecker speak! Did you not miss us, all this while? Did we not ever cross your mind? Or were you busy weaving your nests, building a life in foliage untouched? Speak my dearest songbird speak! How cometh you grace our garden today? What brings you back to my abode?  “A little green and bird-bath, in the shade of Balinese firangipani”. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook :100 words : Speak 

Though flawed, yet stunning, the sunkissed-memory lane, too much and too fast. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #255

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #108 Mercurial