Blooming Thanks

In the vibrant embrace of spring, nature exudes an undeniable joy that mirrors the peace within our hearts. This haiku encapsulates that serene interplay, where blooming flowers in the garden and an inner melody create a harmonious celebration of life. As the season brings renewed energy and calm, a deep gratitude arises for the simple, transformative beauty that surrounds us—reminding us to cherish both the external wonders of spring and the inner tranquility it inspires.

Flowers in the garth,

song, mayhaps two in the heart. 

This and gratitude!

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Happy Himachal Day

The post comes a day late.

I had written it yesterday. 

But was a little unwell. 

So the post was not shared. 

My apologies. 

April 15th... Himachal day..

Historically speaking, Himachal Day is observed every year on 15 April in Himachal Pradesh. The state of Himachal Pradesh came into existence on this day in 1948 when. Post Independence, 28 minor princely states were integrated into one province of Himachal Pradesh. Himachal Day 2023 is an official holiday in the state of Himachal Pradesh.

This day is celebrated to glorify the state's creation. This day is marked with a grand parade in Himachal Pradesh’s capital city, Shimla. Local events are arranged in nearby towns and villages to enshrine this day.

And for my beloved Himachal, 

I just let my imagination run wild... 

Oh! For I just want

to lose myself

in the scented folds of your skin,

to traverse through the mesh of

your auricles and ventricles,

slowly tracing your curves,

crests and troughs

and to play

with your lush, soft, silken hair.

Oh! For I just want

to live with you forever. 

Thank you Himachal 

for being my heaven.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

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.

Travelling together

Terribly Tiny Tales is collaborating with Mahindra XUV500 and celebrating the love for the road, and for long trips filled with exploring and adventure.

They had sought about 140 characters. For this collaboration.

And here's my version:

One long drive,
an expedition beyond defaults,
winding circuits,
unwinding souls,
zillion experiences,
euphoric high,
souvenirs in heart.

Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Waste to wonder

Last month we had a family get together and we visited this place in New Delhi - The Waste to Wonder Park - a unique theme park. The park features the miniature replicas of iconic seven wonders of the world, created from industrial waste,  auto parts, cycle chains, car engines, truck springs, petrol tanks and what not. From The Taj Mahal to The Colosseum, we relished every single creation... Delhi sun, street food, family... Some memories...my throwback to the visit in 100 words

Crafted from waste,
scrap here, cast-off there,
the metallic replicas
of wondrous monuments, glisten.
Something like,
broken cups remade with gold.
History playing hide and seek
on that sunny Sunday noon.
The curious explorations,
bewildering;
revelations that follow,
mesmerizing.
Happy squeals,
zealous spirits,
awe-inspiring moments.
The structures,
coming alive
with our innocent laughter.
Oh! One perfect world tour.
From waste to wonders
and a walk
through those wonders, wonderful!
Throwback to that tickled time,
spent with tribe.
Throwback to that history class,
attended with friends.
Throwback to lively fragments
of time frame.
Handful of pictures.
Bag full of rich memories.

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

'Tis the season

The flakes of peace blanketing this earth,

and love smoldering in every hearth,

the feast of childhood and warm circle of folks,

melody in songs, laughter and wild jokes,

gifts that say we care,

grace and blessings here,

Lord in our hearts, and a spirit that never grows old,

a coin for charity, joyous traditions replayed and retold.

The glow of happiness, lamps and light.

Never the winter, with such a Christmas bright.

  

Hitchhiking with Sunday Scriptures Blessings 

Welcome the clown

The prompt word is clown. And I am delving into descriptive poetic form called Cinquain. The sheer joy that the whitefaced clown spreads, an image so vividly inscripted in our minds. Who knows what he feels behind his mask, it is the laughter that he can elicit from his audience that matters.
And as the wise say, it is healthy to be a clown for a little while in this circus of life.
For that brave spirit, I ink my words...


Jester.
Comic. Clumsy.
Juggling. Joking. Joshing.
Silly escapades. Sublime smiles.
Buffoon.

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Mayhaps love

You say my name like a verse
lovely trick, that confounds heart
mayhaps some magic.

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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.

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Kinsmen

Keen ties of kindred,
knitted blood knots that run deep,
kinsfolk and our tribe.

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Gift of grinning

The gift of grinning,
gala glimmery grandeur,
the good foreboding.

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Boredom

As the main gate creaked,

eight eyes looked up in unison,

curious, probing and expecting.

Two hungry calves,

their mother and (perhaps) grandmother,

basking in the morning sun,

looked up, anticipating breakfast.

Vitamin – D did little

to silent rambling stomachs.

Thankfully, the garbage collector,

sensing their hunger,

dumped a paper bag near them,

the rotting fruit spilling over

on the dusty road.

The young bovines rushed.

Their mother followed suit,

while the eldest stood,

satisfactorily observing

her brood.

They gobbled

and her hunger satiated.

Mother’s divine love, everywhere.

Nourished, her litter ambled away.

Mundane things

that you notice in

world-weariness.

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words : Boredom 

Hug

That magical hug.
Warm. Tight. Welcoming.

Amidst the dark dense shadows,
the thick pall of gloom,
your hug raises an exuberant cheer
of hope.

And this is all I want
of you.
No promise.
No meetings.
Not even love.
Only that magical hug.
Warm. Tight. Welcoming.

Perspective

Eventide.
The waves crashing at shores.
The roar of hungry ocean,
consuming the remains of the day greedily.
The ferries anchored,
owners back to their nests.
Just like the sea-gulls
huddling in colonies.
The air-balloon descending,
hysteria lowering each minute.
You pull me close and hug me tight.
Melancholically.
Cockcrow.
The ocean exhales energy.
Cold waves wash everything afresh,
dissolving the litter of yesterday.
Sea-gulls squawk in distance
readying for the flight.
Ferries rock gently,
setting momentum for the day.
A hot air-balloon rises,
hysteria growing each minute.
You hug me tight
as you leave for work.
A buoyant hug.

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 word challenge : wash

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Creases

It was early.
Even for day-break.
But since you had to leave
for a business trip,
we woke up way before dawn.
I headed straight to the kitchen.
Luke warm water
with generous dollop of honey.
Your morning ritual.
Springs you right in action.
You skipped the tea today.
With deft hands,
sure and confident,
you readied yourself.
Had a silent scanty breakfast
and left.
I looked around at the empty room,
and breathed your presence.
In the registers you worked late.
In the uncapped pan you wrote with.
In the hand towel carelessly hung at the bed-head.
But mostly in the creases of the bedsheet.
I traced the contours,
the remnants of the night
and I guess I blushed.
Then without setting them straight,
I lied down on the unmade bed
and embraced the wrinkles.
And it was like you never left.

The flute plays

The flute plays.
The melody strums.
The cosmos resonates.
The ecosystem rejoices.
The vibrations stir.
The souls move.
Even the stones.
Out of sheer love.
The flute plays.
The flautist smiles.
A dazzling, radiant smile.
On a dazzling, radiant face.
Smug. Satisfied.
The pawns are dancing.
His will. His way.
Such is the control of love.
The flute plays.
That holed hollow bamboo.
Blessed by His touch.
And the rhythm sustains the universe.
Fast here. Slow there. High now. Low again.
The flute plays.
My faith stays.
Sincere. Sure. Strong..
The flute plays.
The silence speaks.
Loud and clear.
Om.

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Familial-fun

From parents’ laps
to holding di’s hand,
and having fun with cousins,
I brought the entire trivia with me.
While you all were busy packing
my “trousseau”,
I was stuffing my heart
with our shenanigans .
And when it was time to say good bye,
I trusted myself totally to
the power and prayers of
the blood bonds, the “rakhi” bonds,
the friendship bonds,
and crossed the threshold.
One lifetime with you all
is so insufficient.
Distant now, ever in my heart,
I miss you all.
I literally order
the gathering clouds
and whispering winds,
to shower my hugs. Daily.

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Monsoon cooking

Familiar fragrances
of the traditional monsoon platter
waft in the air.
The rain washes my grown-up heart,
breathing life
in the pores of my skin and soul.
“Do you know how to cook this?”
I nod in negative.
And there begin my lessons:
A dash of this, a pinch of that.
Some grilling. Some flipping.
Some abracadabra mom special magic.
Recipe, perfect in every way.
As I gorge upon the second helping greedily,
I wonder if I can master it. Ever.
I tell her I’ll need more lessons
but first
I rush out to greet
the fresh bout of rain.

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Growing up

He made me see his presentation.
And boy! I was so amazed
with the use of animations and effects.
Some presentation.
One look at him, one at his project.
My eyes watered.
There was time when he used to sit in my lap
and learn paint.
Today I felt I could learn PowerPoint from him.
Earlier in the day too, he had surprised me.
I had asked him for a glass of water.
Not finding any unused glass in rack,
he washed the used ones.
Four of them. One for each person in the room.
One bottle of water.
Balanced the glasses on the bottle strategically.
And smilingly, he served us all.
My heart swelled with pride.
They do grow up fast.
Don’t they?