Whispering Thoughts

Reflecting the wonder of the night sky, this naani poem invites us into a celestial reverie where divine grace appears in enchanting imagery. With scattered sequins, calligraphed constellations, and twinkling stars at night embellishing the midnight canvas, the verse reminds us that even in darkness, beauty and order prevail. It gently asserts that the divine presence illuminates our lives, filling them with hope, wonder, and nurturing light—a timeless message of grace, comfort, and celestial embrace. Sequins scattered, constellations calligraphed on the midnight black. Thy grace in our lives. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Winter’s wailing winds.  We wake up to dark outside.  That snuggling in quilts!!! Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Lying on our backs,  in summer blankets,  gazing at the dome of the sky,  the stars and constellations  sprayed like fine glittering Mukaish.  Our silences talk. The sky lights up  with the ecstatic dance  of a shooting star. Hasty forget-me-not wish. Quick stay-by-me-always wish. And then I fall asleep. Cozily nestled on your arm. Such perfect Kodak moments. Welfare unto all Rab Rakha

Big beautiful smiles, dreams floating in kohl smeared eyes. Festive date with moon. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 

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

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 sweet caress of summery breeze, the mild susurrations, the stirring of dried, dead papery foliage, and the buds of life deriving strength to bloom from this decay. The day beginning to stretch, till it grows weary and seeps into twilight and the night hastily shrinking, excitedly merging into the reddish hues of dawn. This desire of the day and the yearning of night blending magically in equal portions. Their thirst quenched, satiated in vernal, verdant, vibrant spring equinox. And the blossoming love. Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt #97: equinox 

It should so happen that one eventide you come and sit by my side. And we spend the day-end reveling in togetherness. In the simple intimacy of just being there. Gradually, at the sunset, the blue and the red interweave, and the purple of the twilight grows thick. Smudging into night. And it should so happen that this nightfall blends into nightfall. This dusk into dusk. That eventide, when you come and sit by my side, there should be no dawn. How I wish!

It was early. Even for day-break. But since you had to leave for a business trip, we woke up way before dawn. I headed straight to the kitchen. Luke warm water with generous dollop of honey. Your morning ritual. Springs you right in action. You skipped the tea today. With deft hands, sure and confident, you readied yourself. Had a silent scanty breakfast and left. I looked around at the empty room, and breathed your presence. In the registers you worked late. In the uncapped pan you wrote with. In the hand towel carelessly hung at the bed-head. But mostly in the creases of the bedsheet. I traced the contours, the remnants of the night and I guess I blushed. Then without setting them straight, I lied down on the unmade bed and embraced the wrinkles. And it was like you never left.

What is the color of night? Black. Obviously. But isn’t it the red of passion? Vibrant and exciting. Or streak of orange, releasing inhibitions. exuding happiness, joy. Perhaps uplifting yellow burst of youthful energy. The vulnerable pink? Tender. Nurturing. Wait! The loyal blue. No! Verdant green. For all one knows, black, seductive and secretive. Or may be it isn’t black at all. Possibly the compassionate indigo. Or the very sophisticated grey. Perchance, warm and earthy brown. May be it is a palette of colors. A dash of this, a stroke of that. But what truly is the color of night? Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 word challenge : Colors

We swirl to desires, under the blanket of stars, till the break of dawn. Linking with Haiku Horizons : Break

Random late night thought, or a longing for my soul, on your mind atleast. Linking with Haiku Horizons : Late

Empowered silence, blabbermouthed glares in moonlight, and racing heartbeats. Linking with  RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #122 Power&Race

The night closes in. People retreat, to love and laughter. Out there somewhere, you are still on vigil. Even though I yearn to be tucked in tight with you, sleep eludes me. Fear saunters by, gripping at the fringes of my mind, and the what-ifs weigh me down. So, I sit and gaze, aimlessly, at the screen of my phone, brave-half praying for the damned thing to ring so I can sleep to the lulling comfort of your voice, and the timid-half hoping it wouldn't buzz. Why, oh why, is it so hard to sleep without you by my side? Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Sleep

In the quiet stillness of September night, I sit by my chosen spot, soothed by the moist gentle breeze. A tired neighbour makes his way, slow and cautious, as the street light has failed for the umpteenth time. A man pedals a bicycle, secures it in the verandah and locks the wicket gate, turns around one last time before switching off the light in porch and retreating to the safe insides. The sentry on vigil, visits periodically, the staccato of his walking stick, loud against the hushed darkness. In such quiet and still September night, our laughter rings in air. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words: Quiet

Sequestering hug, like entwined vines on trellis, weave through our being. The trail of your touch, stirs varied kaleidoscopes. Alas! The day climbs. Linking with Haiku Horizons: Climb

I was at page 214 when I succumbed to slumbers. For the umpteenth time. Unknowingly. Automatically. The edges of my spectacles digging painfully under my eyes. Wincing, I woke up. Bright white light overhead, an open book beneath. Ma used to visit my bedroom silently, closing my books, removing my glasses, turning off the lights and running her hands through my hair. Then, I left home. To make something of my life. While 14 years later, I am not sure if I succeeded, I definitely miss those silent visits. Grudgingly, I let sleep over power me. Emotions, however, can wait. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: emotion

The eventide dissolves in the receding moonlight. The dawn seeps into the world, twirling delicately into the arms of night, the touch sends deep resounding ripples. Quickened pulse, the staccato and silence. The moment blends into infinity, and while they hold their gaze, their hearts falter. The illicit thrill, feverish and hesitant, consumes the night and the dawn burns bright in perfect rapture. A thousand dreams glitter in diffused light. Soon, it will be twilight, and the yearnings will blend in timeless symphony, unrestrained and passionate. Such is the hypnosis of seduction, the day will dwindle in rustic hues, as the night comes gliding, through sultry evening roads.

Flickering fire lights, Hushed, empty darkness speckled, Eyes shining in awe. Linking with Picture it & Write : Ermiliablog

It was good to meet her. 22 days ago, we were all huddled up together under one roof. Amidst the chaos of renovation ( read cement dust and wood splinters scattered around us), we celebrated her bday. And soon thereafter we said our goodbyes. This is how our associations with each other had come to an abrupt end. When the paying guest arrangement had been suddenly made dysfunctional, we all had to look for new accommodations. And so we moved out. In groups of two. And today was our get-together. Over fried and tandoori momos, we spilled our experiences and shared our hearts. Until the glowering scowls of waiting crowd and descending night forced us on different routes once again. We ran a couple of errands and finally walked back to our new niche,  planning our dinners. (Yeah, when it comes to eating, we do have more than healthy appetites. And then we wonder about all those weight loss plans). Hurried steps soon brought us to the busiest road crossing. We cautiously crossed one l...