Whispering Thoughts

Moonlight seduces, sets loose the game of desires. Both, hunter and prey, yield, savor the taste of yearnings. Perilous, but enticing! Linking with  RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #119 Hunter&Moon

Every sundown, he anxiously watches the dusty lane. As her rickshaw halts, he calls out to her, sonorously. The intervening four flight of stairs, notwithstanding, she answers him back, her exhilaration matching his excitement. As she ascends, he gives joyous halloos. Thoroughly tempted, he descends the last unlit stairway, and engulfs her in tight crushing embrace. The grouchiness of day dissolves in the warmth of that tender, lovesome rendezvous. He literally drags her, venting himself until the mother and child are lost to the privacy of their nest. Today, I left the staircase well-lit, lest the nipper trips in dark. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 Words: Grouch

Not just pretty heart, but of breath and syllables, and it also takes, shape of alphabets, cursive ringlets of your name, and course, the desires! Linking with Haiku Horizons: Shape

Larking in twilight, oblivious to rush hour, whispers cavorting. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #117 Lark&Rush

After I met you, felt the first breath of desires. Perhaps, my rebirth. Linking with Haiku Horizons : Birth

Hey mason! When you renovate my house, make sure you leave intact the imprints of tiny little feet running in these corridors Hey painter! When you paint these walls, make sure you don't rub out the doodling stains scrawled by tiny hands. Hey carpenter! When you mold the wood and carve me doors and windows, make sure you seal inside the ringing unripened laughters. For when I walk pass these, these corridors, these doors and windows, these caricatures, I can inhale the scents of yesterdays of my children (now working in the valleys yonder), and their childhood, fresh and incorrupted. Linking with Friday Fictioneers

In the time that I spend with you, I collect priceless nuggets, of love, life and laughter. Infinite valuable pearls, that don't come with price tags, fill my pockets, leaving me immensely richer and incalculably content. I put in my jar, pieces of your soul, pulled from deepest corners and hoard fragments of your heart treasured like the most precious gems. I collect my share of harvest, those ripened sighs of ecstasy and saturated blissful smiles. And in the process of collecting these intimate prized possessions, polaroids and postcards, of dreams, desires and yearnings, somewhere, somehow I find myself, complete!! Linking with Five Minute Friday: Collect