Whispering Thoughts

There are times when we clash. Ablaze, we sleep. The night grows and the sleepy me unknowingly tilts over  to your side of bed and snuggle by your side. Like nothing had happened. A sunshine ray. Tomorrow starts with you. Love finds its way. Every single time. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 And 'tis be our aim.  Guided by faith, hope and love.  And of these, my dear...  Well, love stands at both the ends...  the fount and the terminus.  Linking with Ronovan Writes  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 The artisan works, deftly chiseling, moulding. The wet clay transforms. To refined, ornate sculptures. Such mystic crafters...teachers. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

  Thy pious name, an expensive prescription, like a rare and precious herb, A very potent soul-food, fragrant too… this saffron-strand of faith.  Light, fragile, tender and time-honored.   Holding on to its golden hues as the road darkens   Welfare unto all Rab rakha  Invigorated and rejuvenated by this miraculous elixir,   The more we delight in its taste, the better the flavors of grace.

  And just like that.  I babble deep into the night. And you caress me, touching my soul,  without touching me. You don't hear me speak. You listen. To the spoken, and, to the silent sonics of my heart. You listen. Not to answer. But to understand. Just like that. You indulge me into being myself. Just like that you walk through the mesh of arteries and veins and settle in some auricle. Mayhaps ventricle. Oh, it doesn't matter! As long as you are there for me. In my heart!  Welfare unto all Rab Rakha

  Slumberous pink buds, wet with morning dew,   and as the sun greets the dawn, the tender roseates open,   swaying to the rhythm of day, dancing daisies and dandelions.   Blooming beautiful roses, passionately flirting in the forenoon.   The tulips yawning by the eventide, the petals folding graciously at night, revisiting the bygone Kodak moments.   Life, ephemeral and enchanting. Welfare unto all Rab rakha

  Remorse. Humble. Honest. Grieving. Purging. Cleansing. Deeply regretting the error. Sorry. Welfare unto all Rab Rakha

This is an attempt to try imagery in poetry. To bring to life, to paint before you, a picture of vase that rests on my study.  Gracing the corner of my desk, the tender shoots of money-plant the shade of lawn-green, bunched together   In a sleek, beautiful imitation of Waterford crystal Glandore   Seemingly fragile, this intricate and elegant trumpet vase, and yet strong and sober   To hold the supple golden greens liberally bursting out in all directions,   Spreading cheer. Radiant with all those reflections of LED tubelight.   Oh! And that reflection in the dressing cupboard mirror, adding to the aesthetic appeal of the room.   Oft times, the leaves tremble too, with the pleasing caress of cooling fans.

 A slight gravid pause, carousel at the peak-point. Wild breezy laughters. Written for video prompt by hellokoo from Insta-fam Welfare unto all Rab Rakha

I miss hills.   Hills, With crisp drifts; With spick spirits;   With livid, living firs, birds, wilds, griffins, hid in thick mist.   In tip, is rift stirring with kith-n-kin.   This shifting scrim, this rill singing still.   Nigh! Right thing is, I miss hir diggings, hir kind.   I miss hills!!! Welfare unto all Rab Rakha

Minimum, mostly. Not the silver tongued, eloquent speeches. Love rarely needs words. Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

When I used to hear the word love, I didn't particularly think of any face, any name, any person... nothing would cross my mind. Dark, black screen.  But I had this certain feeling,  this instinct,  that it would seep into me. Someday. One day. In time, I met you. The word love, well, it didn't cross my mind. Not immediately.  But you seeped in. Slowly. Gradually. Definitely.  It's like I knew it all along.  Just couldn't register it well in time But I know better today. Today, I register your face, at any slightest rustle. I know this is love. Linking with yeahwrite Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 The sky is wearing a fluffy grey couture.  The greens are swaying.  There's this cool breeze, invigorating and refreshing.  And the grass, the driveway,  they are moist  from the love that poured yesternight.  And though I can't see them,  I do hear the birds chirping.  And all this...  is so blissfully,  so romantically picturesque. Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 There is your God versus my God.  And there are doctrines of your religion  versus the doctrines of my religion.  There is this zealously guarded vacuity of shrines and zestfully celebrated hollowness of perception.  But amidst all this hullabaloo,  something has gone missing.  Something vital,  something,  that is the very essence of spirituality.  Not yours... Not mine... But everyones...God!!! Linking with Scripture and a Snapshot Linking with Remember Me Monday

 Look at these honeybees, flitting from flowers to flowers, spiritedly collecting nectar,  with faith and energy.  Living with zest. Such is life, beautiful!  Simple and uncomplicated. You play your part with passion, sincerity.  And you let the honey soak you through. Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt   Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 All that unfolds here is by Thy orders.  And all that happens here tastes like sweetest nectar.  And all that I seek,  all that this humble servant desires,  is the ability to dwell on Thy name.  Thy pious, magnanimous, hallowed name.  At all times.  In all times.  Linking with Scripture and a Snapshot  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 Eventually,  the spotlight shines on us. Jingles resonate,  excerpts from life. '' ''  Mayhaps symphonic sonnets...  perchance dissonant dribblings... ...  we decide our echoes.  Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt #259 Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 Up the mountains,  far, far away,  'neath a sloping green roof,  inside the mahogany walls,  Amma lives. With endless stories in her kilta,  fresh green apples on the table, and prisitine snow outside. Wrinkles, of course, where smiles were,  fine folds of skin,  creases,  telling that she has seen it all,  the summers, the winters...  infinite vagaries of weather. And that she is not done yet. Sun-kissed,  stubborn and spirited too,  spontaneously swirling to the traditional beats, there's a purity in her laughter. That's her world precisely.  Her hill, her orchards and her people. And that's her life. Simple. Joyous. Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

 ਮੈਂਨੂੰ ਲਗਦਾ ਸੀ ਘਰ ਬਣਾਉਣਾ ਸੌਖਾ ਨੀਂ.  ਬੜਾ ਸਾਰਾ ਕਰਜ਼ਾ ਲੈਣਾ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਐ  .  ਸਾਲਾਂ  ਤਕ ਯੱਭਣਾ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਐ.  ਇੱਟਾਂ, ਮਿੱਟੀ , ਗਾਰੇ...  ਤਿਣਕਾ ਤਿਣਕਾ ਕੱਠਾ ਕਰਨਾ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਐ .  ਬੜੇ ਪਾਪੜ ਵੇਲਣੇ ਪੈਂਦੇ ਨੇ .  ਫੇਰ  ਜਾਕੇ ਚਾਰ ਦੀਵਾਰਾਂ..  ਤੇ ਇਕ  ਛੱਤ ਲੱਭਦੀ ਹੈ. ਇਕ ਘਰ ਜੇਹਾ ਬਣਦਾ ਹੈ.  ਫੇਰ ਇਕ ਰਾਤ  ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੀ ਬਾਹਾਂ ਦੀ ਬੁੱਕਲ ਓਹਲੇ ਆਈ . ਕੁਛ ਦੇਰ ਅਸਾਂ ਮਿਲ ਕੇ ਟੀ. ਵੀ. ਵੇਖਿਆ,  ਗਲਾਂ ਕਿੱਤਿਆਂ,  ਤੇ ਗੱਲਾਂ ਕਰਦੇ ਕਰਦੇ ਮੈਂ ਸੌਂ ਗਈ.  ਤੇਰੀ ਬਾਹਾਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਚਾਲੇ  ਹੀ .  ਉਸ ਰਾਤ  ਮੈਂਨੂੰ ਉਹ ਥਾਂ ਲੱਭ ਗਈ  ਜਿੰਨੂ ਲੋਕੀ ਘਰ ਕਹਿੰਦੇ ਨੇ.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Birds flutter, greens dance to symphonic sunup songs, resonant reggae. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha