Whispering Thoughts

Beyond the dawns and dusks,   in the warm glow of glass,   incandescently lit tungsten,   an ode to hope .   Linking with : Moonwashed Weekly Prompt Welfare Unto All Rab Rakha    

In the loneliest hours,  a littlest whiff of faith, distinct, like a fragrant rose and then in the onliest moments,  love greets you.  At the slightest hint that you are willing  to embrace it too.  The loveliest part is that in the time that follows,  the jigsaw falls in place,  in those exact, right positions,  and everything, every single thing,  it just becomes miraculously okay. The bestest thing is the whole picture  that emerges as a mosaic,  a beautiful, magical patchwork. Linking with Reena's xploration challenge Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 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 

 Beyond the bethel, mundane humdrum existence.  People going about their routines, rushing with their chores and errands. Everyone, hurrying for everything. And the bethel stands there, watching it all unfold in its lap.  The hamlet waking up at cockcrow,  running helter-skelter from dawn to dark, and finally,  yawning and slumbering at witching hours.  At times, the faithful visit the precincts, gravitating herewards to find peace in its sacred confines.  But that's not often too. And yet the bethel stands sentinel,  watching our comings and goings.  Dutifully, the bells toll, the tradition remains.  A subtle pause midst all the hustling. Linking owith Friday Fictioneers Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Minimum, mostly. Not the silver tongued, eloquent speeches. Love rarely needs words. Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

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 

 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 

 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 

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

 One thought. Many ways to put it. Two I have attempted. Save water. Save earth. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha.

Dreams, imaginations, fantasies,  are all but seeds of reality.  They infuse us with spirit,  to make efforts to reach the sky and stars.  This haiku has been written for such spirit.  Crude, rough sandcastles,   on foundations of our dreams,  rests our universe. Linking with Thursday Photo Prompt : fantasy #writephoto Welfare unto all Rab rakha 💝💝💝  

Sweet bliss,  beneath the surface of night,  and then,  hushed, hasty unveiling of the rosy dawn. Ah! The reminisces. Linking with Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

I looked at the prompt picture and was instantly reminded of the timeless number 'Dekha ek khwaab'. After toying with the idea and words... I came up with my translation of the spellbinding musical inspiration. And as far as I can see, the mesmerizing spread of blooming lavender flowerbeds, 'twixt us. Such an overwhelming, stunning, and engulfing, array of emotions. Such rash of events. And all because of one dream. One beautiful, wondrous reverie. Life, with you in it. Linking with #writephoto at Sue Vincent's Daily Echo This week's prompt - dream

Love, like shards of glass,  with inhibitions, broken,  gleaming in the light. Linking with RonovanWrites  

The crumbs of our love, the morsels of our affection, (raw and crisp mostly, a little stir fry here or mayhaps a sauté, generously mixed with grated mozzarella, and, seasoned with basil black pepper and oregano) served on blank whites, with lots of heart. The platter ready, a bit of us on the serving pallette, and they call the sizzler, poetry. Linking with Friday Fictioneers PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Before them, a kaleidoscope of memories. Behind them, a beautiful life, Between them, their silent connect. Infinite conversations, where, words are rendered meaningless. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗

Slivers peeking through oriels, cherished intricate tapestry, woven together on the loom, with bits and pieces, all appliqued, this patchwork of life, breathtaking. Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

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. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt 

Deepest reverence, that a simple, sacred courtesy can offer. Syllables of greeting, sound of spirits, rhythm of souls. A quest, beyond me and mine, towards you and yours. From me to you, this salutation, a yielding, evoking the divine within us, acknowledging, recognizing and ratifying, the pious and pure. The resonance in hearts, the synchronization of energies, the vibrations in ether, the rising joy in universe, the calming effect on beings, and finally that irresistible curling of lips in smile. A humble obeisance. Ancient. Traditional. Time-honoured. Logical. Precise. Scientific. Archaic? Yes. Contemporary, too. So cultural. And so in vogue. Writing for 100wordbstroy challenge on Momspresso 

Beyond the chaos, someday we will start living, and we will celebrate. Lavish candle light dinners with tables and timelines , both reserved. Amidst this mayhem, when the world is all topsy-turvy, between the uncertainty of it all, amongst the fleeting moments, we will celebrate. All of us, together, A home cooked meal, simple, yet sumptuous, set out on that grandpa-table, with extra dullops of love, and extra-large servings. Luxuries, only a few can afford. Such moments of simplicity, when through the gossamer curtains of nonce, that mesmerizing gander of life. Love for those who matter, when it matters. Amen! For PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Roger's Linking with Friday Fictioneers Welfare unto all Rab rakha