Voice of silence

The silent spaces,
a retreat,
from the cacophony of life,
into reflections;
A quest,
towards all answers,
the silence holds
secrets of eternity.
Revelations, in the stillness.
The unresolved threads
of our journey,
getting all tied up neatly,
rather, hemmed,
into a beautiful pattern.
Tapping into the silence,
resting in stillness,
learning,
the art of being.

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Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Deep within, our heavens

Lavish skies, heart seeks
that tempting plush plenitude.
Heaven, deep within.

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Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 184, #SpecificForm

Lost wanderers

And they started...
On a long road.
Miles of journey.
One burning desire.
To reach their homes,
to that embrace of love.
Setting skies did not matter.
Nor did rising sun.
Like birds at eventide,
they flew back,
to their only shelter in this storm.
Migrants,
that’s what they call them,
these itinerants afoot,
yearning, pining for their nests.
In verity though,
we are all migratory birds.
Tiny specks,
lost wanderers on this atlas.
Ramblers in search of our haven,
somewhere within the deepest,
quietest chambers of our own heart,
where the soul strums in rhythm.
Definitely, a long road ahead.
Miles of journey,
meandering curves,
wilderness too.
One burning desire.
To reach home.

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Hark! The siren song

Hark! The siren song.

The war has begun.

Against the invisible,

but not the invincible.

The conquest ahead,

herculean.

In it, together.

Now,

the thrill of victory,

be exhilarating.

Amen.

#amwriting #poetry #freeverse #micropoetry #fightcovid19together #fightagainstcorona #coronafreeworld Stay strong. Stay safe. Welfare unto all Rab rakha

Humbled

The reign
of the most evolved,
most sophisticated,
masterminds,
ever striving,
to prove their might,
their supremacy
crippled and maimed today,
incapacitated
by a mere microscopic,
minuscule fragment of life.
Everything and yet nothing.

I close my post with the following Sanskrit Shloka:

Shanti Paath
ॐ सर्वे भवन्तु सुखिनः
सर्वे सन्तु निरामयाः।
सर्वे भद्राणि पश्यन्तु मा कश्चिद्दुःखभाग्भवेत।
ॐ शान्तिः शान्तिः शान्तिः॥
oṃ sarve bhavantu sukhinaḥ
sarve santu nirāmayāḥ
sarve bhadrāṇi paśyantu mā kaścidduḥ khabhāgbhaveta।
oṃ śāntiḥ śāntiḥ śāntiḥ॥
सभी सुखी होवें,
सभी रोगमुक्त रहें,
सभी मंगलमय घटनाओं के साक्षी बनें और किसी को भी दुःख का भागी न बनना पड़े।
ॐ शांति शांति शांति॥
May all sentient beings be at peace,
may no one suffer from illness,
May all see what is auspicious, may no one suffer.
Om peace, peace, peace.

Clarion Call

A lonely birdsong
in the pre-dawn ghostly hours,
the strained, drained plea
of Mother Earth,
withered and writhing,
breathing apart
“Whither are we bound? “
The question glares at us
in our insomniac stupor.
We the somnambulists,
wandering towards a mirage,
hear it, clear and distinct,
but will we heed?
And that too, when there’s time still?
Or will this be our eternal regret?
That we erased all songs
from the heart of earth
to record our emptiness.

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Shades of life

Eerily empty,
places all around, forsaken.
No scampering feet,
no jostling crowds,
no haggling customers,
no springtime frolicking.
Nothing.
The fountain sings alone,
old coins rusting at its base.
No hushed secrets,
no whispered confessions,
no more a witness
to furtive kisses.
Everywhere, all around,
a ghostly silence,
thick grey shroud,
beneath which,
the questions lurk,
the whats, whos, wheres,
their answers eluding,
confounding.
Deep inside the caves,
there is science and reason,
the protections, the preventions.
Out in the garden,
the flowers are blooming,
red and yellow and white
and the birds are chirping
and cat, basking in sunshine.

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The picture prompt for this week is

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

On the edge

In the last fortnight, there have been incidents when the air quality of our national capital has deteriorated alarmingly. It is the wake up sign.. If not us then who, if not now then when... The mother nature is waiting for some answers...

The thick shroud of smog;
goodbye whisper of autumn,
stuck in hazy dusk;
the raging echo of our callousness;
dismal glower of Nature;
looming question of doom!

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Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Haze

In that ashen pallor of landscape,
wearing
not the beauteous wintery-white
but the toxic smokey shroud;
beneath that grey blanket,
that thick, hazy and gloomy spread;
midst that smothered afterglow of twilight,
we experience the quavers of doom.
Is it too late?
We shiver.

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Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Ecstasy

Soulful harmony,
heart swelling with gratitude.
Perfect ecstasy.

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The menacing grey

Intertwined within, 
both the good and the evil,
reside in each one. 
Ah! vague moral hues color
these souls, a menacing grey.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #poetry prompt#Challenge 

Test of gold

Broken, they fear death,
not knowing
the power they hold within.
To smile, rather than grimace
in adversity,
that’s the sign of a brave soul.
After all, the beautiful flowers,
bloom in dirt.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #114

Journey of life

The journey of life,
an enthralling combination,
of strength and seduction.
The endless periods of development
before the blooming of flowers.
The spectacular window views,
humbling and glorious
winding ones filled with surprises,
set backs and gifts.
Big rocks to climb,
little ones to trip over and
milestones,
to mark where we have been.

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Skinny waist, fat thoughts

Skinny little waist, chiseled face,
taut and toned muscles,
the hourglass shape
that never-ending list
of presumably the perfect figure.
One never really fits in,
does not qualify
on the scales of beauty.
The exquisiteness
of heart and soul,
largely overlooked.
That skin-deep concept
equally cosmeticized.
The various versions of beauty,
the uniqueness of our blemishes,
the imperfections of being human
wilting and withering
in the race of looking beautiful.
Wonderfully made,
inevitably flawed
yet masterpieces,
in their own respects,
every single one,
craving acceptance.
Beautiful, you are.
All of you,
what and who you are.
Just believe and be.

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Persistence

Just like the persistence,
of the tiny miniscule seed,
seemingly dormant in the dirt,
but wild and robust deep inside,
never really still,
creating and growing all the time,
and then one fine day,
out of the smallest crack in the concrete,
shoots up one beautiful rose,
mayhaps a dandelion.
One perfect mesmerizing rose.
One breathtakingly beautiful dandelion.
A little piece of carbon,
refined by perseverance,
into a purest diamond.
Just like the persistence
of that tiny miniscule seed,
that little piece of carbon,
you too persist.
As long as you breathe dearest.
For there’s no other way to be.

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A dash of hope

Earnest hopes, served raw,
from the dawn’s sacred threshold,
with dash of sunlight.

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Speak, oh dear little sparrow

Speak, oh dear little sparrow speak!

So long!

And all this while, not a tweet from you?

No chitter, no flitter, not even your glimpse.

‘Twas like you had moved to distant lands.

Seemingly gone forever.

Speak, oh dear little pecker speak!

Did you not miss us, all this while?

Did we not ever cross your mind?

Or were you busy weaving your nests,

building a life in foliage untouched?

Speak my dearest songbird speak!

How cometh you grace our garden today?

What brings you back to my abode?

 “A little green and bird-bath,

in the shade of Balinese firangipani”.

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Yesterdays and yonder

With yesterdays gone,
now and yonder's all you have,
yeasayers yap.

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Unsaid

Mute undercurrents,
oft underestimated,
until the tides rise.

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Ramblings

Rhapsody resounds, 
resonating for eons, 
what'll be your echo?

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