The Ascent

The Ascent

This poem is dedicated to the seventh day of Navratri, which honors the Crown Chakra (Sahasrara)—the gateway to divine consciousness and spiritual awakening. It reflects our human imperfections and the transformative power of surrender. As seekers, we are gently guided by the grace of the Divine Mother toward clarity, compassion, and higher truth. On this sacred day, may we dissolve our ego, embrace humility, and open ourselves fully to the radiant light of Maa's love.

We, the sinners, 

full of fallacies, 

many shortcomings too,

guided towards a better self, 

with love and surrender. 

Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Sacred love

On Valentine’s Day, this bhajan-style poem celebrates the essence of love through vivid, playful imagery and dynamic metaphors. The beloved is portrayed as a lush mountain, a soothing silver moon, and a humble earthen lamp, while the speaker transforms into a dancing peacock, a faithful partridge, and a burning wick. Through its devotional tone and rhythmic repetition, the speaker has attempted to evoke both sensual delight and deep reverence, inviting readers to honor an everlasting union of pure passion and devotion.

Such is the nature of love. 

Thou be the mountain, lush and green,

and I shall come dancing, swirling like peacocks.

Thou be the moon, that soothing silver sliver, 

and I shall be the partridge, ever facing Thee.

Thou be the lamp, tiny little earthen clay lamp

and I shall be the wick, burning for Thee all night.

Such the bond of my true love,

so much in love with Thee.

Happy Valentines Day!!!

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

The sweet revelation

In this poem, unwrapping golden covers to reveal small pieces of chocolate mirrors the experience of delving into holy verses. Each verse, like a delectable bite, unveils hidden wisdom and deepens our understanding. With every reading, the divine message grows richer, inviting us to relish its profound sweetness. This piece celebrates the journey of uncovering sacred truths, transforming spiritual study into a delightful indulgence reminiscent of savoring exquisite chocolate. Embrace the divine feast of revelation.

Thy glorious hymns

like sweet brown pebbles

beneath the golden covers.

Chocolatey, their aftertaste.

Happy Chocolate Day!!!

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

The Divine Proposal

This poem offers a meditative reflection on divine love, symbolizing the profound reciprocity between human initiative and the boundless response of the divine. It suggests that a single step toward the sacred is reciprocated with an infinite journey of care, support, and grace. The poem’s vivid imagery contrasts minimal human effort with overwhelming divine commitment, invoking spiritual assurance and hope, while evoking themes of surrender and eternal, transformative love. A timeless message of unconditional devotion.

The only proposal that has ever existed in love,

is that you take, but one step, towards Him

and He shall walk, a million miles, to meet you

embrace you and carry you, across all the way.

Happy propose day!!!

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Love in Bloom.. Rose Day

On Rose Day, as spring breathes new life into nature, this haiku emerges as a heartfelt tribute to both the season’s renewal and the blossoming of love within. It captures the vibrant spirit of spring—celebrating the garden’s roses as symbols of beauty and hope—while reflecting on the intimate, personal stirrings of the heart. This poem invites you to pause and savor the delicate interplay between nature’s grace and the tender emotions that color our lives, inspiring a celebration of love, growth, and the timeless allure of spring.

Celebrating spring. 

Roses bloom in the garden,

and love in my heart.

Happy Rose Day!!!

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Song of swing

This was written on 7th of August, 2024, saved in drafts and not posted...

The waxing crescent

blushes beautifully.

Gleaming gorgeous greens,

swing merrily in monsoons.

Anklets tinkle freely,

like ringing laughters in parental abodes.

Misty showers of grace,

answer the supplications.

Couples soak in joys,

on their journey together.

Love blossoms,

life sprouts,

and nature rejoices.

The creation

celebrating the creator.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Blooming hebe

Blush of the first light,

and blooming hebe flowers.

The heart feels the love. 

Linking with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

The mark of love

Dewdrops glistening.

On purple skin of twilight,

handful of diamonds.

The kiss of moonbeams on earth,

beautiful, the mark of love.

Linking with Crimson's Creative Challenge

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

When love turns the key

Love is the answer,

for walls thick with verdigris, 

and doors stiff with rust.

Spring dances on the porch. 

Linking with Crimson's Creative Challenge #290

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Summer romance

Daisies.

Innocent hearts,

fleeting summer romance.

Aglow!

Linking with Tanka Tuesday 

Welfare unto all

Rab Rakha 

In the loneliest hours

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 

Crimson eventides

Replete with cliché mushiness, 

and cheesy dialogues,

that's how all love stories are.

Impacable feelings,

impossible to reign in.

Theoretical chemical reactions 

work their magic in this mortal structure, 

primarily made of

hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, nitrogen, 

the pioneer ingredients of all life, 

blending effortlessly 

with a fleet of other elements. 

The village is painted red, 

with glare of passion.

A stereotype romantic tale, 

so easy to visualize. 

A guest knocks on the

chamber called heart,

and the sentry called brain

fails to announce 

the arrival of storm called love.

Thunderous reverberations of life follow. 

Approximate rhymes

become melodious songs.

And there's

inexplicable, mystifying fixation

with one another. 

We can not allow love.

For a simple reason

that it does not seek permission.

But slowly, gradually, we find 

that our eventides

are suffused with crimson.

Try as we might.

Linking with Wordle #328

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Cruising around

Cruising around Himalayas,

an impromptu roadtrip. 

Thundering Bullet 

tracing sleek curves.

Whipping winds,

blowing on skin, tossing hair. 

Camping in wilderness.

Melodic guitar riffs, 

crackling bonfires, 

ringing laughters. 

Dense silence, broken. 

Days, spent exploring, 

trekking, kayaking, ziplining;

nights, huddled in tents, 

random conversations, 

unfinished coffees;

sunups, soaking divinity, 

capturing picture-perfect, 

dew-bathed sunrises.

Passionate kisses

on snowclad glades. 

Making love on foliage

beneath cinematic nightspread.

Tingling pleasant sensations, 

lingering, leaving a yearning. 

Everything wild, 

everything beautiful... 

everything so very us, 

now buried in thick albums, 

gathering dust

while we struggle

with bunch of office files

and piles of laundry.

Linking with Photo Challenge and Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

This be luck

This alone be luck ... 

Yonder horizons of hope,

love sweeps up. Sunrise!!!

Linking with Ronovan Writes 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha

Labor of love

More often than not,

we call up our fathers

asking whereabouts of our mothers.

Some like me, end up seeking advice 

for sorting our professional messes. 

That's about it.

The depth of our conversations

with our sires.

Stammered, hesitant splutters.

Not knowing where to start

and what to talk about.

Silent acceptance of his role. 

An unspoken understanding. 

Somewhere in the labor of steering

the family, 

fathers become that strict, sidelined

non-indulging parent,

nurturing dutifully. 

But 'neath that tough, 

difficult facade, 

he is brimming with love. 

Gallons and gallons of love.

Strengthening us.

To face the struggles of survival. 

Happy father's day

June 13, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about fathers in general, or a specific father. You can use different names — Papa, Daddy, Fabio. What is significant about a father? Write an homage, rant, comedy, tragedy, or anything in between. Go where the prompt leads!

Linking with June 13: Story Challenge in 99-words

#99wordstories #carrotranch

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Coffee time

The weekly haiku prompt is : coffee.

And my take on the prompt is.... 

A bittersweet taste

lingers, aroma of love

wafts, reminiscence.

And I will let it take you where it takes you 😉

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

A little fuss

This poem that I share here was written in the week gone by. The prompt words were sweaty, sunny and ice. And I attempted rhyming style. 

The poem is developed around a simple summer scene. Nothing intricate or complex. And this was the underlying theme. As the poem progresses, the summer scene gives way to romance. And that is the main highlight. That love is nothing intricate or complex. At times it is just two people connecting and bonding, spending quality time. It's not about getting dressed to nines. At least not everytime. Sometimes its just a hurried get together in a crowded food court. Love is simple. And there is but a little fuss involved. 

The poem is titled : A LITTLE FUSS

It was a sweltering sunday

of a very summery sunny may. 

And the tiny bachelorette pad, 

craved for some broom, brush and swab.

From the hideout, laundry stared back, 

sweaty, stinky me soaked the stack. 

Chores done, then to pamper yours truly, 

a little scrub, rub, tone and moisturize duly. 

Date with you, it just slipped my mind.

A leisurely siesta... Oh! I unwind. 

Your call woke me up and look how

You're already at the venue and I start now. 

I jog, trot, hop all the way to food court. 

A little breathless, but finally I report. 

The next few hours, 'twas just you and me,

bonding over a chilled cola and iced tea. 

And by the time, we said our goodbyes, 

the noon sun mellowed, sidewards in skies. 

I guess we left behind little parts of us, 

tiny bits of our hearts, to create a little fuss.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Love finds its way

There are times

when we clash.

Ablaze, we sleep.

The night grows

and the sleepy me

unknowingly tilts over 

to your side of bed

and snuggle by your side.

Like nothing had happened.

A sunshine ray.

Tomorrow starts with you.

Love finds its way.

Every single time.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Love

 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 

Musings Of My Heart

 Oh! And I can imagine her.

 

Dressed in a checkered shirt and jeans.

Sitting on a black ergonomically designed chair,

with cushioned shamrock green seat,

her head buried in

some thick weather-beaten file,

with dusty and damaged cover,

and pages permanently curled up.

 

A heap of such voluminous folders

strategically arranged

in a red 10*8 office basket,

placed to her right for easy access.

 

Then there’s sheaf of papers stacked on her left,

which are to be dealt on priority.

Kind of to-do list for the day.

 

And somewhere on this little beige wooden platform,

that she likes to call her workstation,

she finds space to fit in

the sanitizer, the stationery holder

and her thermo-steel water bottle.

 

There are many windows open

on her desktop screen.

Clearly multi-tasking,

Finishing this, finalizing that,

getting many things done simultaneously.

 

Handling a phone-call with one hand,

replying to an e-mail with the other,

her face determined but soft,

her mind set on current reference.

 

The distinct rhythm of printer,

the ringing phones here and there,

the monotonous hum-drum of office,

 

and in between all of this,

I cross her thoughts.

Randomly.

Just like that.

You know…

May be.