Whispering Thoughts

Spring is here. The fresh crisp breeze.. Giving wings to the creative spirit that resides in all of us... May this season lead us to path of light... May we all rise and shine... Tamso Ma Jyotirgamay 'neath the fallen leaves, the grains of eternal spring. Seeds germinating. Drunken sway of mustard crown. The soft breeze. Subtle wisdom. Happy Basant Panchami Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

I penned this one down as I listened to the live commentary of Republic Day, as they describe the unfurling of National Flag, The Tricolor, the 21 gun Salute... Goose bumps.. A flood of emotions.. The feel of swades pulsing through the being...such vast heritage.. Such beauty. In our land... So much and so little explored and experienced. Long live India... Happy 71st. Fascinating diversities. Glaring differences. Multitude of colors. One Tricolor. A beautiful bridal veil. Indian. The whisper of every breath. Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗🤗

Last month we had a family get together and we visited this place in New Delhi - The Waste to Wonder Park - a unique theme park. The park features the miniature replicas of iconic seven wonders of the world, created from industrial waste,  auto parts, cycle chains, car engines, truck springs, petrol tanks and what not. From The Taj Mahal to The Colosseum, we relished every single creation... Delhi sun, street food, family... Some memories...my throwback to the visit in 100 words Crafted from waste, scrap here, cast-off there, the metallic replicas of wondrous monuments, glisten. Something like, broken cups remade with gold. History playing hide and seek on that sunny Sunday noon. The curious explorations, bewildering; revelations that follow, mesmerizing. Happy squeals, zealous spirits, awe-inspiring moments. The structures, coming alive with our innocent laughter. Oh! One perfect world tour. From waste to wonders and a walk through those wonders, wonderful!...

It’s as simple as that. I love you. With every iota of breath that I have. That I heart all your smiles and all your flaws. That you are perfect in all your imperfections. Forgive me, I know no poetry, to say this any more artistically. Linking with 

Lonesome tree, withering in winters, almost dead, beneath that misty grey shroud, surviving with summer in its heart and sighing with hope in its roots. Spring breathes life in it, anew. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #140

The embers smoulder, the fumes rise, subtly subdued. Love reveals itself. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #poetry 

The secrets floating in your deep hazel eyes speaking silently and urge to unravel stories, slowly translating them Forgive me I fell headlong, completely enamored, totally consumed . Linking with 

Embers of passion, defying solemn winters. Folks, making merry. Around the bonfire, gratitude and revelry. Life, celebrated. Howling icy winds, silenced, their grim might broken. Strong, the zeal to live. Echoes of folk songs, vibrating through the dark night. Spirit, thus kindled. The sun reclaims reign, the sultry siestas past. Zestful, the kites soar. Heartiest greetings for Lohri and Makar Sakranti

These conversations,  scribbled in cursive,  like bunch of squiggly lines,  drawn across the paper;  love-letters, unaddressed, unlabelled; for whom do you weave  this togetherness  in mystic mellifluous rhythm? The words carved in striking blue ink,  against white A4 backdrop,  syllables ringing with your laugh,  I put my heart to paper,  each day,  with a sliver of hope  that your soul will resonate  to this pulse, this cadence.  And today when you pick up the tune,  why is it that  I struggle with the lyrics,  the right stanzas,  to tell you that  this is the only way,  we stay together.  Forever. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words : Muse

The evening hangs on branches. Dusk. Dust. Quietude. Rustling of leaves. Whispers of yesterdays. Beautiful slideshow. Long time! And I yearn to steal, from the scrapbook of life, pages, where we had inked our togetherness. Forgive me, I hear your voice, and forget to breathe. The susurrations of syllables, leave sultry goosebumps, on my soul. Still. After all this while. Everytime. Always. Linking with  Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

I feel like inviting strength and beauty in my life... To be able to look at life and say that I am celebrating it to the fullest.. With these thoughts, I write a tanka with prompt words ashes and cocoon... From ashes, we rise, the spark of life, inside us. Metamorphosis. Beauty in pain and struggle, from cocoons to butterflies. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #PoetryPrompt #Challenge  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗 

Our dry, parched souls, yearning for salvation. You sprinkled us, with nectar of Thy name, reviving us, infusing us with spirit, to live and to love, instilling the zeal, to seek light, filling the feeble fledglings, with vigor and valor. From the yielding cubs, to the brave-heart lions, from the naïve sparrows, to fierce falcons, you made us stand with a head held high and a heart, free of fear. The firebrand, stirred, permanently, with service and sacrifice, phoenix resides, in our hearts now. We are known to be the pure ones, The Khalsa, Thy Chosen Children, initiated on Thy path, (mentally and spiritually), and we strive, with every strand of our being, to be worthy of this honour. Forever. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha