Picturesque

 The sky is wearing a fluffy grey couture. 

The greens are swaying. 

There's this cool breeze,

invigorating and refreshing. 

And the grass, the driveway, 

they are moist 

from the love that poured yesternight. 

And though I can't see them, 

I do hear the birds chirping. 

And all this... 

is so blissfully, 

so romantically picturesque.

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Soaking in honey

 Look at these honeybees,

flitting from flowers to flowers,

spiritedly collecting nectar, 

with faith and energy. 

Living with zest.

Such is life, beautiful! 

Simple and uncomplicated.

You play your part with passion, sincerity. 

And you let the honey soak you through.

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Impromptu

Just like that, you walk into my life.

Chance meeting.

And you decide to stay back.

For a little while.

And then extending your stay.

And just like that I pick up my pen.

Impromptu scribblings about us.

Gradually becoming a book of poems.

Like our eternal echoes.

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt #258- Impromptu

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha

Ecstasy

You,
gallivanting through the zillion veins
of my being,
slowly growing in my soul,
thrumming, beating,
in every pulse,
flowing, gushingly in the sinews,
so passionately,
so ardently,
so fervently,
and all that remains
after that whirling ecstasy is,
us,
blending,
fusing together in soft whispers.

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

They...

Before them, a kaleidoscope of memories.
Behind them, a beautiful life,
Between them, their silent connect.
Infinite conversations,
where,
words are rendered meaningless.

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗

Intrepid adventure

And that is what love is.
An intrepid adventure,
an audacious exploration,
into the deepest realms of heart.
A fearless, brazen stroke of paintbrush,
smearing the life forever,
with hues of bliss.
A masterpiece to behold.
Independent.
Original.
No, not the destination.
But ‘tis a journey.
A daring, gutsy journey of souls.

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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.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt 

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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Winter woods

Lonesome tree, withering in winters,
almost dead,
beneath that misty grey shroud,
surviving with summer in its heart
and sighing with hope in its roots.
Spring breathes life in it, anew.

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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 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Picstories

Pictures,

in black, white, grey

and beautiful colors of the pallet,

unstained

with the insistence of being liked,

unedited memoirs,

undisputed testimonies

of being joyously alive.

Such pictures that tell

our stories,

that echo the sweet times.

Digital albums,

suddenly bereft of

such pictorial verses.

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PHOTO PROMPT COURTESY TED STRUTZ

Haven

At the eventide,
that purple twilight hour,
when the day is done,
and the tired birds
return to their haven,
I too retreat.
To my sanctuary, my refuge.
Destination, home.
Synonymous – you.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #126 Haven

Simple cup of tea

Tea, mint, sugar,
delicate proportionate balance,
diffuses slowly,
elementally,
in the simmering water.
The stains blend,
beautifully,
in the teapot.
A deep saturation follows.
Calm, quiet contentment.
One simple cup of tea,
brewed to perfection,
in a mindful, meditative ritual.
A ceremony indeed.
Fine tea in finer company.

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Amber inkstains

Poetic droplets,
swirling, twirling in goblets,
like vintage traces
sensually alluring,
psychically exalting.


The amber inkstains, 
randomly spilled on splash-screens, 
mesmerizing words.

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Song birds

Delicate ties of fragile thread,
running deep, profound.
Birds from flock,
defined by feathers, flights and songs,
bonded by blood, wired by sacraments,
we grow.
We change. We drift. We wander.
We stay. Rooted. Connected. Enduring. Surviving.
The knot secure but loose,
allowing enough space
to hold “me” and "mine” together.
The elements of zodiac,
the air, earth, water and fire,
so distinct and yet so dependent.
And like the constants of linear equations,
we reside in hearts.
Consistently. Continuously.
Subtle whispers,
slightest ripples
are enough
to stir us for each other.
For we are all but
large parts of one another.

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Desires

Amateur desires.
Young. Naïve. Pure.
Tugging at an equally amateur heart.
Irresistible impulses.
Tantalizing lure.
Of the brimming chalice.
The pulsating life.
The fragile fragments.
The simmering smoldering embers.
The quivering moon.
The yearning, the longing for monsoons.
The savory flavors lilting at the lips,
their taste lingering.
Till long after.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #116 : amateur 

The flight of birds

Early dawn.
I hear the singing birds,
gliding, soaring, weaving
through the blue expanse.
And I wonder,
if they can
judge the kilometers they have flown?
Do they know the places like us?
Like Mandi. Hisar. Ludhiana!
Do they see the boundaries we have drawn on maps?
The directions, the longitudes, the latitudes,
do they know about them?
Or is it just a big brown earth for them?
Those primal beings,
are they on a flight of purpose,
or is it just an aimless trifle?
Mesmerizing. Breathtaking. Uplifting. Enlightening.
Small birds. Impressive flights.
Mighty contemplations.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #115 Judge

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.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #113

Wildflowers

Unlimited, infinite,
carefree wildflowers,
blooming in garden,
breathtakingly beautiful,
incredibly awesome.
Calm in chaos.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #112