Scorching summer hush.
The soothing sweep of Thy name,
quenches my parched soul.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
Where Thirst Ends
On the sacred occasion of Shaheedi Gurpurab, I offer this humble haiku in remembrance of Guru Arjan Dev Ji's unwavering faith, grace, an...
Wednesday, June 17, 2026
Where Thirst Ends
On the sacred occasion of Shaheedi Gurpurab, I offer this humble haiku in remembrance of Guru Arjan Dev Ji's unwavering faith, grace, and surrender. May the Divine Name continue to soothe hearts through every trial and season.
Sunday, June 7, 2026
Dawn's honey
Prompt challenge: Use at least two yellow things in a poem without using the word "yellow."
My response takes the path of dawn—where a golden globe rises in the east and honey spills through windowpanes, chasing away the hauntings of the night.
Hauntings of the night,
melt when golden globe rises,
through the eastern skies,
honey spills through windowpanes
and flowers tilt to face it.
Linking with TankaTuesday
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
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