Rangon ka tyohar

Best wishes for a Holi filled with sweet moments and memories to cherish for long.

Let this festival burn all negativity and bring positivity in life. May our lives be filled with vibrant colors.

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#welfareuntoall #rabrakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Beyond

There is this

thick blanket of silence in here.

Mute. Hushed.

But if you hear it out,

with all your heart,

there is loud clamour too.

Noise.

Buzz. And babble. And clatter.

Beyond the said.

There is lot

that these eyes want to say.

Only if you care to look.

Deep within.

Beyond the visible.

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.

Linking with 100 word challenge : Cook : Thin Spiral Notebook

Peppered with joy

Peppered with rain-spray
droplets gather in puddles,
joys soak my parched soul.

Linking with Haiku Horizons: Joy

Spring showers

Sousing spring showers

Muddied with colored wildness

Vivid tinge of play

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly # Haiku # Poetry Prompt # Challenge #89 Shower&Play

U is for ... Umbrella

The whirl drops of rain.
Umbrella becomes our sky.
An illusive feat.

The Tempest

The tepid calmness beneath the somber shroud

Pregnant with a promise of violent storm

The preceding silence is intensely loud

Still and stagnant, like a painting in the dorm

Ships return, seagulls take refuge at the coast

In those darkened hours barely before the storm

And then the gusts taste of thunder, roar and boast

Blizzards twist and twirl the weather-vanes about

Deafening howls resound from pits nethermost

A chaos reigns within, a chaos, without.

Until a sliver of hope is tossed about.

Courtesy: Louise, with The Storyteller's Abode

Linking with Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 

Good morning!!!

The faint fragrance drifts,
Pears and coconut oil,
Chiffon draped across her skin,
Still moist from shower,
Streak of fair waist
Glistening against crimson red,
Her umpteenth attempt to wake me up.
I pull her in my embrace,
The cooler,
Buzzing somewhere.

The Tease

A tiny drop, resting for a while, on your bare shoulder
And then travelling down your soft and supple arm
Leaving behind a moist trail
And a growing rivulet of unsaid desires.
Oh! The burning ache of the pleasure
Allowed to that aqueous pearl.
And as if I wasn't ablaze already,
Another bead followed the lead
Melting teasingly over the undraped cutis.
One more and yet another, until they poured torrentially
Enveloping you in their bedewed embrace.
The sun relenting,
Cedeing to the enticing invitation of
The first showers of monsoon.