Those were the best days

Highest landing shot.
Box cricket game on terrace,
ball falls, two storeys.

Linking with Photo Challenge #478

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Beneath the veil

Not the worry of tomorrows, 

nor the dwelling in deep sorrows, 

neither the lending or borrows.

Anklets tinkle in twirling joys. 

Blooming flowers, a vivid tale. 

Living life, 'tis tiny detail. 

'neath the delicate cottony veil,

sultry smiles smoothe the summer pout.

Linking with Ronovan Writes 

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 

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 

The sentinel

 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 

Brevity

Minimum, mostly.

Not the silver tongued,

eloquent speeches.

Love rarely needs words.

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 

Premonition

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 

Unedited ramblings - Nature

 There are these subtle

simple laws of nature.

So easy at first sight.

And then you look deeper.

Just a little below the surface. 

And it's astounding elements 

reveal themselves.

What appears so simple

has a layer of surprising elements

throbbing at the core

and working in perfect synchronization. 

Every component that is there

is a masterpiece in itself. 

Not just unique. 

But also a powerful display of

what nature is capable of.

We, mortals, mostly, 

undermine this fact.

Looking only superficially.

And trying to win it over with our sciences.

But every time we try and play God,

nature hits us with something so unbelievable

that we are left dwarfed in our efforts.

These are times when we feel

absolute surrender to this magnificence, 

Complete submission to the might of nature. 

Life, almost entirely, is a rare artefact...

Picture prompt : https://www.digitalphotopix.com/amazing-nature/weird-nature/

Linking with Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 05/03/2022

Fantasy #writephoto

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 💝💝💝

 

Through the narrow walkways #writephoto

That narrow earthy patch,
through the heart of hills,
the sidewalk, now rendered barren,
by infinite footsteps
that have passed over it, for eons,
gradually settling into
the shape of a footpath,
suited only for those confident strides,
humbly balanced
on that treacherous stretch,
inviting focus,
awareness and alertness.
A pilgrimage, a journey,
through the winding maze,
like meditatively walking
through the folds of life,
the subconscious contemplations that follow,
so very revealing, so therapeutic.
Through such footpaths,
to the valley yonder,
in the lap of luscious greens,
where the life flows,
at its own pristine rhythm.
Through such walkways,
towards home.

Linking with Sue Vincent's Daily Echo - Thursday Prompt

#walkthroughhills #walkthroughwoods #greenhills #footpath #narrowfootpaths #embraceyourjourney #journeytohome #micropoetry #freeverse #poetry #amwriting  #poetrycommunity #poetrygram #poetrylovers #welfareuntoall #rabrakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Voice of silence

The silent spaces,
a retreat,
from the cacophony of life,
into reflections;
A quest,
towards all answers,
the silence holds
secrets of eternity.
Revelations, in the stillness.
The unresolved threads
of our journey,
getting all tied up neatly,
rather, hemmed,
into a beautiful pattern.
Tapping into the silence,
resting in stillness,
learning,
the art of being.

Linking with Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge

Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Dream #writephoto

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

Deep within, our heavens

Lavish skies, heart seeks
that tempting plush plenitude.
Heaven, deep within.

Linking with

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 184, #SpecificForm

That black cat

Stretched on parapet, 

in sultry summer morning,

inertia, envied. 

Hitchhiking for 

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 182 #PhotoPrompt

Challenge prompt : Image by Huda Nur from Pixabay

I saw one lazying beneath the frangipani this Friday... Inspiring the micro-poetry in 5-7-5 format. 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Ecstasy

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 

The glint of love

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

Linking with RonovanWrites 

Crumbs of our love

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 🤗 🤗 🤗 

They...

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 🤗🤗🤗

Intrepid adventure

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 

Namaskar

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