Whispering Thoughts

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

Verdant green springs laugh, in the courtyard of my home, leaves rustle in breeze. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #116 Home&Leaves

Slivers of your smile, in grooves and curves of my heart, I carry daily. Linking with Haiku Horizons: Carry

There's a part of you, perhaps one-quarter, that I refuse to share. With anyone! Even though I know I don't own you, I am still immoderately desirous of this one-quarter: that leaves infinite memories in my mind footprints on my soul, and smile lines on my face; solely and strictly for me. I unashamedly relish every single fibre of this one portion of your being. So much so that I could place an "exclusively reserved" tag on that countenance of yours. This one-quarter, I refuse to share for I love the creases it leaves on the bedspread of my heart. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Share

I like the aftertaste of your name lingering on my tongue, unsoured and unfermented. The way the syllables sound, poetic, almost melodic and long after the vibrations have stopped resounding, it still resonates, its redolent notes invigorating and conjuring the afterimages of your delicate and frail being beneath those carelessly worn gossamer garments, in muted shades, nothing too loud, save for your buoyant spirits, and that bold ruby pendant worn so nonchalantly. The aftertaste of your name, those four letters each caressed reverently, and spoken like a prayer every single time, lingers on my tongue. And it is my favourite flavor. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Your name here

Radiant embers, sunshine shattering shadows cast by the slate clouds. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #115 Clouds&Sunshine

Frog croaks, summons rain, like skin breaks out in goose flesh, such rippled shivers. Linking with Haiku Horizons: Frog

Ma! Papa! Ablaze with fever, like I am being cooked all over. Yeah! I took the medicine and made myself, a light nutritious meal but it doesn't taste half as good as the palate you serve, even with those mysterious sour home remedies, tonics and potions, though bitter but far more effective. More than that, your voice, that heals me inside out, an assurance, that renews my soul and spirit. And the comfort of laying my head in your lap listening to melodious chanting, prayers to ward off all evils. And of course, falling asleep in your arms, knowing that all will be miraculously mended, cured and made whole. But there are miles that separate us and for the time being, I have to make do with your phone call and knowledge that I am in your prayers. Ah! If only I were home in your lap, your hands stroking my forehead, your soothing voice lulling me to sleep. If only, I were not burning with fever ... Linking with Five Minute Friday : Heal

Uncertain, I dilly-dallied with your invite until I could no longer postpone it. And then too, the reclusive me accepted it most reluctantly. I was so close to not meeting you, yet another stranger, in that almost-date. But as they say, the universe conspired. All my plans came to naught. So yes! I met you, despite misgivings. But, the first time ever I saw your face, and held your gaze, unknowingly, I walked home, snug and cozy. Sunshine gnawed away at my winterly heart. Now, the spring tides engulf me. And occasionally, an urge to blend my name with yours. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words: Recluse

Shimmering beach sand, footprints on wave-kissed shorelines, all recedes with time. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #113 Beach&Time

The piquant river meandering and bending. Like capillaries, convulse, splash, erode. Suchlike rivulets of love course through our being. Linking with Haiku Horizons: Bend

Caught trespassing on the path, where the crossways convurged in a dead end, we coincided, and then rescued by fiery touch of desire, took a detour, carousing on serpentine, tranquil trail, with none but you. Linking with Five Minute Friday: Path

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