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 

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 

Summer romance

Daisies.

Innocent hearts,

fleeting summer romance.

Aglow!

Linking with Tanka Tuesday 

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 

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.

Just like that

 And just like that. 

I babble deep into the night.

And you caress me,

touching my soul, 

without touching me.

You don't hear me speak.

You listen.

To the spoken, and,

to the silent

sonics of my heart.

You listen.

Not to answer.

But to understand.

Just like that.

You indulge me

into being myself.

Just like that

you walk through the mesh

of arteries and veins

and settle in some auricle.

Mayhaps ventricle.

Oh, it doesn't matter!

As long as you are there for me.

In my heart! 

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 

ਥਾਂ (Place)

 ਮੈਂਨੂੰ ਲਗਦਾ ਸੀ ਘਰ ਬਣਾਉਣਾ ਸੌਖਾ ਨੀਂ. 

ਬੜਾ ਸਾਰਾ ਕਰਜ਼ਾ ਲੈਣਾ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਐ  . 

ਸਾਲਾਂ  ਤਕ ਯੱਭਣਾ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਐ. 

ਇੱਟਾਂ, ਮਿੱਟੀ , ਗਾਰੇ... 

ਤਿਣਕਾ ਤਿਣਕਾ ਕੱਠਾ ਕਰਨਾ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਐ . 

ਬੜੇ ਪਾਪੜ ਵੇਲਣੇ ਪੈਂਦੇ ਨੇ . 

ਫੇਰ  ਜਾਕੇ ਚਾਰ ਦੀਵਾਰਾਂ.. 

ਤੇ ਇਕ  ਛੱਤ ਲੱਭਦੀ ਹੈ.

ਇਕ ਘਰ ਜੇਹਾ ਬਣਦਾ ਹੈ. 

ਫੇਰ ਇਕ ਰਾਤ 

ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੀ ਬਾਹਾਂ ਦੀ ਬੁੱਕਲ ਓਹਲੇ ਆਈ .

ਕੁਛ ਦੇਰ ਅਸਾਂ ਮਿਲ ਕੇ ਟੀ. ਵੀ. ਵੇਖਿਆ, 

ਗਲਾਂ ਕਿੱਤਿਆਂ, 

ਤੇ ਗੱਲਾਂ ਕਰਦੇ ਕਰਦੇ ਮੈਂ ਸੌਂ ਗਈ. 

ਤੇਰੀ ਬਾਹਾਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਚਾਲੇ  ਹੀ . 

ਉਸ ਰਾਤ 

ਮੈਂਨੂੰ ਉਹ ਥਾਂ ਲੱਭ ਗਈ 

ਜਿੰਨੂ ਲੋਕੀ ਘਰ ਕਹਿੰਦੇ ਨੇ. 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Impromptu

Just like that, you walk into my life.

Chance meeting.

And you decide to stay back.

For a little while.

And then extending your stay.

And just like that I pick up my pen.

Impromptu scribblings about us.

Gradually becoming a book of poems.

Like our eternal echoes.

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt #258- Impromptu

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha

Luminous

Like radiant, luminous streak,

of shooting star,

you cross my life.

In that miniscule moment,

my love becomes my prayer.

Believe it or not.

But you light up my life.

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt 257 - Luminous 

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha

Come let me hold you

 

Sheer love

 The adrenaline comes rushing

through the bloodstream,

colouring my cheeks,

that deep pinkish red,

and I feel the warmth too.

Like all eyes are on me.

And that thumping of the heart,

the beat, audibly loud,

the force, quite impactful.

Embarrassed. Scared. Proud. Happy.

All at the same time.

Tongue-tied, thus,

whenever she calls me.

Blushing too.

Scientifically, they say,

it’s nervous system responding

to a stimulus, so strong,

that the tongue disconnects from brain,

momentarily,

making all my words disappear, suddenly.

But to me, this is love.

Sheer love.

Stammering and stuttering, outside

and yet,

profound and earnest, within.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗