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 

A winter's reflection

In the quietude of winter, we often find ourselves confronted with the depths of our own being. This free verse exploration delves into the emotional landscape of this season, from despair to hope. Like the character of Ebenezer Scrooge, we may find ourselves lost in the darkness of our own hearts. Yet, through introspection and empathy, we can emerge transformed, embracing the warmth of human connection and the promise of a brighter future.

And though I have chosen a festive background, the poem is originally inspired by the photo challenge 542 shared by Mindlovemisery's menagerie 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha

An ode to hope

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

 

 

This be luck

This alone be luck ... 

Yonder horizons of hope,

love sweeps up. Sunrise!!!

Linking with Ronovan Writes 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha

Gurgles of hope

Bottomless ravine. 

And gurgling within this gorge 

zeal to rise and shine. 

Linking with The Twiglets - Twiglets #329

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

The Tyndall effect

Hope with a dash of physics... 

Hairline crack, crevasse.

Lustrous by Tyndall effect,

particles of hope.

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 

Life in moments

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 

Humbled

The reign
of the most evolved,
most sophisticated,
masterminds,
ever striving,
to prove their might,
their supremacy
crippled and maimed today,
incapacitated
by a mere microscopic,
minuscule fragment of life.
Everything and yet nothing.

I close my post with the following Sanskrit Shloka:

Shanti Paath
ॐ सर्वे भवन्तु सुखिनः
सर्वे सन्तु निरामयाः।
सर्वे भद्राणि पश्यन्तु मा कश्चिद्दुःखभाग्भवेत।
ॐ शान्तिः शान्तिः शान्तिः॥
oṃ sarve bhavantu sukhinaḥ
sarve santu nirāmayāḥ
sarve bhadrāṇi paśyantu mā kaścidduḥ khabhāgbhaveta।
oṃ śāntiḥ śāntiḥ śāntiḥ॥
सभी सुखी होवें,
सभी रोगमुक्त रहें,
सभी मंगलमय घटनाओं के साक्षी बनें और किसी को भी दुःख का भागी न बनना पड़े।
ॐ शांति शांति शांति॥
May all sentient beings be at peace,
may no one suffer from illness,
May all see what is auspicious, may no one suffer.
Om peace, peace, peace.

Shades of life

Eerily empty,
places all around, forsaken.
No scampering feet,
no jostling crowds,
no haggling customers,
no springtime frolicking.
Nothing.
The fountain sings alone,
old coins rusting at its base.
No hushed secrets,
no whispered confessions,
no more a witness
to furtive kisses.
Everywhere, all around,
a ghostly silence,
thick grey shroud,
beneath which,
the questions lurk,
the whats, whos, wheres,
their answers eluding,
confounding.
Deep inside the caves,
there is science and reason,
the protections, the preventions.
Out in the garden,
the flowers are blooming,
red and yellow and white
and the birds are chirping
and cat, basking in sunshine.

Linking with Friday Fictioneers

The picture prompt for this week is

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

Winter woods

Lonesome tree, withering in winters,
almost dead,
beneath that misty grey shroud,
surviving with summer in its heart
and sighing with hope in its roots.
Spring breathes life in it, anew.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #140

Being hopeful

For the prompt given by @baffled, I have attempted a Collom Lune.
How often do we come across the scattering in the narrow stream of light. The haze, the aura so mystic. I tried to capture that trivial moment in my words. More so, the hope that the thin beam embodies.
Let us all be hopeful always.


Through the cracks,
a narrow beam of light,
suffuses the soul.
Wrapped in glow,
miniscule particles of pure joy,
a bounteous harvest.

Linking with @baffled 

Buck up

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 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Persistence

Just like the persistence,
of the tiny miniscule seed,
seemingly dormant in the dirt,
but wild and robust deep inside,
never really still,
creating and growing all the time,
and then one fine day,
out of the smallest crack in the concrete,
shoots up one beautiful rose,
mayhaps a dandelion.
One perfect mesmerizing rose.
One breathtakingly beautiful dandelion.
A little piece of carbon,
refined by perseverance,
into a purest diamond.
Just like the persistence
of that tiny miniscule seed,
that little piece of carbon,
you too persist.
As long as you breathe dearest.
For there’s no other way to be.

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook #100words : Dirt

A dash of hope

Earnest hopes, served raw,
from the dawn’s sacred threshold,
with dash of sunlight.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #Poetry Prompt#Challenge #256 

Speak, oh dear little sparrow

Speak, oh dear little sparrow speak!

So long!

And all this while, not a tweet from you?

No chitter, no flitter, not even your glimpse.

‘Twas like you had moved to distant lands.

Seemingly gone forever.

Speak, oh dear little pecker speak!

Did you not miss us, all this while?

Did we not ever cross your mind?

Or were you busy weaving your nests,

building a life in foliage untouched?

Speak my dearest songbird speak!

How cometh you grace our garden today?

What brings you back to my abode?

 “A little green and bird-bath,

in the shade of Balinese firangipani”.

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook :100 words : Speak 

Love

Love.
Thirst.
Hope.
Salvation.
Death.
Synonymous.

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

Linking with Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers - 183rd

Courtyard

A lifeless ageing courtyard,
across the fence
that marks the territory
of our dwelling,
was littered with
crisp decaying foliage
until a short while ago.
Today,
after a few rains,
it looked transformed.
The lush abundant greens,
shimmered in sunlight.
Like life,  in all its verdancy,
beauteous and resplendent
and just like life,
the rustling leafage whispers
that there is always a hope.