Whispering Thoughts

Poetic droplets, swirling, twirling in goblets, like vintage traces sensually alluring, psychically exalting. The amber inkstains,  randomly spilled on splash-screens,  mesmerizing words. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt 

The young cowherd, the god-child, the prankster, the brazen, besotted lover, the flautist, the divine hero, the universal supreme being, the omnipresent, the omnipotent, the omniscient, the elemental and inclusive, how do I define thee? The ink runs dry, the paper insufficient, the words, incommensurate. Draft after draft, I write and rewrite, my greetings for you. I fail in my attempts. The verse, incomplete, bereft and wanting. I scroll through the incessant mental-chatter to find a fitting word to begin the next draft. Hare Krishna. I pause. I look no further. The verse is complete. Coherent. Comprehensive. Commensurate. “Hare krishna”. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook :100words

Marvellous morning, and jewelled purple velvet, terrific twilight. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #PoetryPrompt #Challenge 

A twisted affair, such knotted, entangled bonds, love and spats criss-crossed. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #poetry prompt#Challenge 

Delicate ties of fragile thread, running deep, profound. Birds from flock, defined by feathers, flights and songs, bonded by blood, wired by sacraments, we grow. We change. We drift. We wander. We stay. Rooted. Connected. Enduring. Surviving. The knot secure but loose, allowing enough space to hold “me” and "mine” together. The elements of zodiac, the air, earth, water and fire, so distinct and yet so dependent. And like the constants of linear equations, we reside in hearts. Consistently. Continuously. Subtle whispers, slightest ripples are enough to stir us for each other. For we are all but large parts of one another. Linking  with Thin Spiral Notebook :100 words And Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt 

The silent question, the quiet voids filled with love, the tranquil beauty. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #poetry prompt #Challenge 

Amateur desires. Young. Naïve. Pure. Tugging at an equally amateur heart. Irresistible impulses. Tantalizing lure. Of the brimming chalice. The pulsating life. The fragile fragments. The simmering smoldering embers. The quivering moon. The yearning, the longing for monsoons. The savory flavors lilting at the lips, their taste lingering. Till long after. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #116 : amateur