Whispering Thoughts

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 

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 🤗 🤗 🤗 

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. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

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

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 🤗🤗🤗

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 

The eventide. That return to the nest, the dull ache of pendencies, the weariness of struggles, the paused turmoils, the sweat, blood and tears, all melting, rather dissolving in the rustle of fallen leaves in lawn, the ricocheting laughters indoors,  the pestering, the tantalizing tease, the boomerang zealous zest. The elixir of this life, that embalming smile on your face. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

It’s as simple as that. I love you. With every iota of breath that I have. That I heart all your smiles and all your flaws. That you are perfect in all your imperfections. Forgive me, I know no poetry, to say this any more artistically. Linking with 

The embers smoulder, the fumes rise, subtly subdued. Love reveals itself. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #poetry 

The secrets floating in your deep hazel eyes speaking silently and urge to unravel stories, slowly translating them Forgive me I fell headlong, completely enamored, totally consumed . Linking with 

Days come to an end, dreams don't. There's miles to go before we sleep... Twilight, wild wings seek sheltered nook. Fledglings, back home, await their gifts. Disquieting, lurking what-ifs raise their heads. Unheeding sunset ahead, deferred dreams instigate. Hurrah! some elbow-grease, you’re almost there. Linking with Flavors of  Robert Frost and Langston Hughes in this post Welfare unto all 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Over the river and through deep dark woods,  yonder the city skyline,  spread of winding roadways. Linking with RonovanWrites : River and Path Linking with yeahwrite.me weekly poetry challenge Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

You say my name like a verse lovely trick, that confounds heart mayhaps some magic. Linking with @ baffled Linking with Awww Mondays

The soft winds blow. Nearly-full-moon shines bright. The wind-chimes tinkle. Subtly. Tenderly. It is in such nights, bedecked with silver, and embellished with sequins, that I sit in the lawn and listen to the faint melody that plays. And in my heart I talk to you. Deep meaningful conversations. In those moments, you may be miles apart but these rustlings bring you nearer. Closer. Like I can touch you. Gently. On the cheek. The uncertain music of the wind-bells rise. The certainty of love grows. Loud. Clear. Distinct. Best part! The notes stay with me. Long after the winds rest. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100words

Ah! the aroma of us. If only, I could arrest this perfume and patiently refill the spray bottle. And then when you are not around, I would wear this scent with pride, like a rare gem from a prized collection, and breathe your presence. Oh I know, it won’t bring you back but it will atleast dull your absence. Yes! I would seize this togetherness and live it over and over again. Every infinitesimally small moment. I would hold on to it like my lifeline for that is what it is. And then, I would play it. Repeat. Shuffle off. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words 

Poetic droplets, swirling, twirling in goblets, like vintage traces sensually alluring, psychically exalting. The amber inkstains,  randomly spilled on splash-screens,  mesmerizing words. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt 

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 

I stare at the blank black screen, scroll through notification feeds, obsessively check the settings for ringer volume, scan the social media, frequently and regularly scribble irrelevant notes, patiently converting them to irrelevant poems. Not a word. No message. No call. Not yours at least. And then somewhere between dawn and dusk, I fall asleep. Only to wake up. With your name on my lips. I know you won’t be there but still I move over to your side. Breathe in the scent of your pillow and lull myself to sleep. Trust me, I have never felt this lonely before.

These poems are simply a hesitating attempt, to define the sheer seduction and pure bewilderment of the abstract, (the fresh crisp winds, the gold floating on rivulets, the crown glittering on Dhauladhars, the soft covers of blue skies, the flawless arch of rainbows, the mesmerizing cadence of life, this palette encompassing every hue); translations of intangible perceptions; a modest effort at most, to capture the essence, of raw beauty in these instantaneous transliterations; random lyrical expressions, couple of words juxtaposed, in proper meteric form, to allow a basic rhythmic structure. Oh! These poems are nothing but the words flowing, creating puddles of melodies, in the faint hope that someday birdsongs will breath life in them. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #111