Baskets of summer!

Some memories stay with us like seashells tucked away in a basket—small, delicate, yet carrying the vastness of an entire ocean. Baskets of Summer is a reflection of a cherished childhood moment, collecting seashells with my sister on a sunlit beach. Each shell held a story, a wave, a whisper of the sea, and as we brought them home, we unknowingly carried the warmth of summer and the rhythm of the tides with us. This haiku captures that fleeting yet timeless joy—the beauty of simple moments that, like the ocean, remain within us long after they pass.

Seashells on the beach. 

Summers gathered in baskets, 

the ocean brought home.

Linking with Crimson's Creative Challenge 017

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Those were the best days

Highest landing shot.
Box cricket game on terrace,
ball falls, two storeys.

Linking with Photo Challenge #478

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Your love is so generous

For your love is so generous,

that a simple dish

becomes delicacy in your hands.

And if I try and try,

the same recipe, the same method,

with the same ingredients

over and over again,

that special flavor goes missing.

The dish is complete

and yet so incomplete.

And I do not know

when you add that dollop of

special secret stuff

because I try and watch you all the time

but somehow I miss it every-time.

And it is not just food.

Its everything.

The way you iron my clothes,

the way you braid my hair,

the way you serve me milk,

the way you encourage me

to inch further … rise high and fly …

all things big and small,

you do it with that

“mother’s extra special touch”.

And for that no words of thank you suffice.

Linking with FMF Writing Prompt Link up : Generous

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 

Musings Of My Heart

 Oh! And I can imagine her.

 

Dressed in a checkered shirt and jeans.

Sitting on a black ergonomically designed chair,

with cushioned shamrock green seat,

her head buried in

some thick weather-beaten file,

with dusty and damaged cover,

and pages permanently curled up.

 

A heap of such voluminous folders

strategically arranged

in a red 10*8 office basket,

placed to her right for easy access.

 

Then there’s sheaf of papers stacked on her left,

which are to be dealt on priority.

Kind of to-do list for the day.

 

And somewhere on this little beige wooden platform,

that she likes to call her workstation,

she finds space to fit in

the sanitizer, the stationery holder

and her thermo-steel water bottle.

 

There are many windows open

on her desktop screen.

Clearly multi-tasking,

Finishing this, finalizing that,

getting many things done simultaneously.

 

Handling a phone-call with one hand,

replying to an e-mail with the other,

her face determined but soft,

her mind set on current reference.

 

The distinct rhythm of printer,

the ringing phones here and there,

the monotonous hum-drum of office,

 

and in between all of this,

I cross her thoughts.

Randomly.

Just like that.

You know…

May be.

Happiness

 Happy.

Gladsome. Mirthful.

Laughing. Smiling. Beaming.

Passion, grace, gratitude, beauty.

Joyous.

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

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 

Sunbeam

 The gold tinted azure skies,

spotless shade of blue, 

the kind that hurts the eyes,

or be it the cloudy dreary pale greys... 

The sun is always there, 

in all its radiant glory.

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.

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Prayer

Smattering, our word stock, dear!

Umpteen Thy names, we revere.

Immense Thy glories and grace. 

Jargons...sketchy for Thy praise.

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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 

Surroundings

 Wind-chimes in the verandah

have started singing the sunup song. 

Discarded ones

hung on the curry tree,

are jiving too, albeit gently. 

And the lawn is spotted

with tiny little winged friends. 

Beautiful. Distinct. 

I don't even know their names. 

Some have a magnificent tuft. 

Some have striking colors,

some, a mesmerizing plumage. 

Each one busy, singing it's own song. 

There, 

midst the frangipani and electric power pole, 

a squirrel is creating ruckus,

Constantly gnawing and squeaking.

Its tail going up and down in tandem,

with its chatter.

And the greens are, literally, swaying

to this outstanding composition 

of mother nature. 

And attuned to this riveting opus, 

is the mortal man's daily routine. 

Someone is praying. 

Someone is sweeping, 

dusting and brooming.

Someone is busy managing the laundry. 

And someone... 

well, someone has already begun 

the day's dash.

I have also attempted another version in Punjabi

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Sunup songs

Birds flutter, greens dance

to symphonic sunup songs,

resonant reggae.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Look

Beneath the layers,

oh, look past the obverse peels. 

A beautiful heart!

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Whispers of spring

 Subtle spring mystique.

Enamoured with charm of life,

beauteous whispers.

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Now

Oh and while it lasts,

Let us make this life worthwhile.

All we have is now.

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Busy

 Midst of busy life,

craving unscheduled spaces.

Rosters empty us.

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗