Shifting Skies

In this haiku, we capture a fleeting moment of atmospheric transition where impending rain casts a shadow over the landscape. The sun struggles valiantly against dense, encroaching clouds, symbolizing hope amid adversity. Meanwhile, pigeons calmly forage on millets, embodying life's persistent continuity and simple pleasures despite nature's tumult. The poem invites reflection on the interplay of light and darkness, and the resilience inherent in everyday existence. It celebrates nature's ever-changing yet enduring beauty.

Rain round the corner. 

Sun struggles against dense clouds, 

pigeons eat millets.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Light beyond the clouds

This cherita reflects the human journey through darkness and light — a reminder that just as the sun reemerges after the clouds, our souls find renewal through grace. It speaks of burdens we carry, the dust that gathers, and the gentle breeze of divine remembrance that purifies and restores. A meditation on hope, forgiveness, and spiritual cleansing.

Sun, behind the winter clouds,

It becomes dark for a little while, 

and then it is bright and burning again.

Our sins plague and beleaguer,

dust gathers on our souls.

Gentle breeze of Thy name cleanses our being.

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt #396

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Seeking semblance

Ma!
May I lie down
and
rest my tired soul
in your lap.
Here I am,
weary, wobbly,
washed out with fatigue.
Oh! lull me to sleep
so that
the chaos outside
ceases to be.
Will some order,
a bit of sanity,
in my life,
through your prayers.
And cook me a meal
(a great fan of yours)
of strength and love
for I need both
as it is dark outside
and though I can
fight the clouds,
the eclipse,
now that’s something
I can’t fight,
at least not alone.
So ma, help me heal
and
help me rise.
Again.

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Home-coming

The lush greens,
the darks, the lights, the mediums, the browns,
blending in perfect proportions,
washed,
rather bathed and cleansed with rain,
dancing and swaying merrily
in refreshing cool breeze,
hailing, heralding,
extending that embalming hug.
The glacial bite seeping through pores,
reviving the parched soul.
Thirst quenching.
Oh! It had been a while.
But, what a welcome?
The hills are happy.
The daughter is home.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #110 Glacial

Radiant embers

Radiant embers,
sunshine shattering shadows
cast by the slate clouds.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #115 Clouds&Sunshine

Stars in his eyes

Beyond the rainbows,
Lie fluffy castles of clouds,
Where stars dwell, my child.

The child reverent,
Of this infinite stardom
And magic it weaves.

Stars in his small eyes,
Cosmos conspires in favor
Of the faithful child.

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Winter greys

A misty shroud spreads,
The winter greys hide the gold,
Like a crane of doubt.

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Curtains of night

The curtains of night,
Embellished with silver lace.
Dappled seaborne clouds,
Against silhouttes of cedars,
Golden glory ripping them.



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