Love finds its way

There are times

when we clash.

Ablaze, we sleep.

The night grows

and the sleepy me

unknowingly tilts over 

to your side of bed

and snuggle by your side.

Like nothing had happened.

A sunshine ray.

Tomorrow starts with you.

Love finds its way.

Every single time.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Love

 And 'tis be our aim. 

Guided by faith, hope and love. 

And of these, my dear... 

Well, love stands at both the ends... 

the fount and the terminus. 

Linking with Ronovan Writes 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

A Tribute to Teachers

 The artisan works,

deftly chiseling, moulding.

The wet clay transforms.

To refined, ornate sculptures.

Such mystic crafters...teachers.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

The saffron-strand of faith

  Thy pious name,

an expensive prescription,

like a rare and precious herb,

A very potent soul-food,

fragrant too…

this saffron-strand of faith. 

Light, fragile, tender

and time-honored.

 

Holding on to its golden hues

as the road darkens

 

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 

Invigorated and rejuvenated

by this miraculous elixir,

 

The more we delight in its taste,

the better the flavors of grace.

Just like that

 And just like that. 

I babble deep into the night.

And you caress me,

touching my soul, 

without touching me.

You don't hear me speak.

You listen.

To the spoken, and,

to the silent

sonics of my heart.

You listen.

Not to answer.

But to understand.

Just like that.

You indulge me

into being myself.

Just like that

you walk through the mesh

of arteries and veins

and settle in some auricle.

Mayhaps ventricle.

Oh, it doesn't matter!

As long as you are there for me.

In my heart! 

Welfare unto all

Rab Rakha

Of Flowers and Life

 

Slumberous pink buds,

wet with morning dew,

 

and as the sun greets the dawn,

the tender roseates open,

 

swaying to the rhythm of day,

dancing daisies and dandelions.

 

Blooming beautiful roses,

passionately flirting in the forenoon.

 

The tulips yawning by the eventide,

the petals folding graciously at night,

revisiting the bygone Kodak moments.

 

Life, ephemeral and enchanting.

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha

Apologizing : A cinquain

 

Remorse. Humble. Honest. Grieving. Purging. Cleansing. Deeply regretting the error. Sorry. Welfare unto all Rab Rakha

Vase that holds … cheer

This is an attempt to try imagery in poetry.

To bring to life, to paint before you, a picture of vase that rests on my study. 

Gracing the corner of my desk,

the tender shoots

of money-plant

the shade of lawn-green,

bunched together

 

In a sleek, beautiful

imitation of

Waterford crystal Glandore

 

Seemingly fragile,

this intricate and elegant

trumpet vase,

and yet strong and sober

 

To hold

the supple golden greens

liberally bursting out

in all directions,

 

Spreading cheer.

Radiant with all those reflections

of LED tubelight.

 

Oh! And that reflection

in the dressing cupboard mirror,

adding to the aesthetic appeal

of the room.

 

Oft times,

the leaves tremble too,

with the pleasing caress

of cooling fans.

Merry-go-round

 A slight gravid pause,

carousel at the peak-point.

Wild breezy laughters.

Written for video prompt by hellokoo from Insta-fam

Welfare unto all

Rab Rakha

Missing hills

I miss hills.

 

Hills,

With crisp drifts;

With spick spirits;

 

With livid, living

firs, birds, wilds, griffins,

hid in thick mist.

 

In tip, is rift

stirring with kith-n-kin.

 

This shifting scrim,

this rill singing still.

 

Nigh! Right thing is,

I miss hir diggings,

hir kind.

 

I miss hills!!!

Welfare unto all

Rab Rakha

Brevity

Minimum, mostly.

Not the silver tongued,

eloquent speeches.

Love rarely needs words.

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 

Premonition

When I used to hear

the word love,

I didn't particularly think

of any face,

any name,

any person...

nothing would cross my mind.

Dark, black screen. 

But I had this certain feeling, 

this instinct, 

that it would seep into me.

Someday.

One day.

In time, I met you.

The word love,

well, it didn't cross my mind.

Not immediately. 

But you seeped in.

Slowly.

Gradually.

Definitely. 

It's like I knew it all along. 

Just couldn't register it well in time

But I know better today.

Today, I register your face,

at any slightest rustle.

I know this is love.

Linking with yeahwrite

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

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.

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Your and mine... God

 There is your God versus my God. 

And there are doctrines

of your religion 

versus the doctrines of my religion. 

There is this

zealously guarded vacuity of shrines

and

zestfully celebrated hollowness of perception. 

But amidst all this hullabaloo, 

something has gone missing. 

Something vital, 

something, 

that is the very essence of spirituality. 

Not yours...

Not mine...

But everyones...God!!!

Linking with Scripture and a Snapshot

Linking with Remember Me Monday

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.

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Hallowed be thy name

 All that unfolds here

is by Thy orders. 

And all that happens here

tastes like sweetest nectar. 

And all that I seek, 

all that this humble servant desires, 

is the ability to dwell on Thy name. 

Thy pious, magnanimous, hallowed name. 

At all times. 

In all times. 

Linking with Scripture and a Snapshot 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Song of our life

 Eventually, 

the spotlight shines on us.

Jingles resonate, 

excerpts from life. '' '' 

Mayhaps symphonic sonnets... 

perchance dissonant dribblings...

... 

we decide our echoes. 

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt #259

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Up the mountains

 Up the mountains, 

far, far away, 

'neath a sloping green roof, 

inside the mahogany walls, 

Amma lives.

With endless stories in her kilta, 

fresh green apples on the table,

and prisitine snow outside.

Wrinkles, of course, where smiles were, 

fine folds of skin, 

creases, 

telling that she has seen it all, 

the summers, the winters... 

infinite vagaries of weather.

And that she is not done yet.

Sun-kissed, 

stubborn and spirited too, 

spontaneously swirling

to the traditional beats,

there's a purity in her laughter.

That's her world precisely. 

Her hill, her orchards and her people.

And that's her life.

Simple. Joyous.

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 

ਥਾਂ (Place)

 ਮੈਂਨੂੰ ਲਗਦਾ ਸੀ ਘਰ ਬਣਾਉਣਾ ਸੌਖਾ ਨੀਂ. 

ਬੜਾ ਸਾਰਾ ਕਰਜ਼ਾ ਲੈਣਾ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਐ  . 

ਸਾਲਾਂ  ਤਕ ਯੱਭਣਾ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਐ. 

ਇੱਟਾਂ, ਮਿੱਟੀ , ਗਾਰੇ... 

ਤਿਣਕਾ ਤਿਣਕਾ ਕੱਠਾ ਕਰਨਾ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਐ . 

ਬੜੇ ਪਾਪੜ ਵੇਲਣੇ ਪੈਂਦੇ ਨੇ . 

ਫੇਰ  ਜਾਕੇ ਚਾਰ ਦੀਵਾਰਾਂ.. 

ਤੇ ਇਕ  ਛੱਤ ਲੱਭਦੀ ਹੈ.

ਇਕ ਘਰ ਜੇਹਾ ਬਣਦਾ ਹੈ. 

ਫੇਰ ਇਕ ਰਾਤ 

ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੀ ਬਾਹਾਂ ਦੀ ਬੁੱਕਲ ਓਹਲੇ ਆਈ .

ਕੁਛ ਦੇਰ ਅਸਾਂ ਮਿਲ ਕੇ ਟੀ. ਵੀ. ਵੇਖਿਆ, 

ਗਲਾਂ ਕਿੱਤਿਆਂ, 

ਤੇ ਗੱਲਾਂ ਕਰਦੇ ਕਰਦੇ ਮੈਂ ਸੌਂ ਗਈ. 

ਤੇਰੀ ਬਾਹਾਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਚਾਲੇ  ਹੀ . 

ਉਸ ਰਾਤ 

ਮੈਂਨੂੰ ਉਹ ਥਾਂ ਲੱਭ ਗਈ 

ਜਿੰਨੂ ਲੋਕੀ ਘਰ ਕਹਿੰਦੇ ਨੇ. 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Sunup songs

Birds flutter, greens dance

to symphonic sunup songs,

resonant reggae.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha