Happiness

 Happy.

Gladsome. Mirthful.

Laughing. Smiling. Beaming.

Passion, grace, gratitude, beauty.

Joyous.

Welfare unto all

Rab Rakha

Welcome the clown

The prompt word is clown. And I am delving into descriptive poetic form called Cinquain. The sheer joy that the whitefaced clown spreads, an image so vividly inscripted in our minds. Who knows what he feels behind his mask, it is the laughter that he can elicit from his audience that matters.
And as the wise say, it is healthy to be a clown for a little while in this circus of life.
For that brave spirit, I ink my words...


Jester.
Comic. Clumsy.
Juggling. Joking. Joshing.
Silly escapades. Sublime smiles.
Buffoon.

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Jovial jibes

Jocund jestering, 
Jovial jibes juxtaposed 
jerried, life's like that.

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Gift of grinning

The gift of grinning,
gala glimmery grandeur,
the good foreboding.

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Elegance

Modish elegance,
flawless no make-up nude look,
ethnic smile adorns.

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Notelets for you

I sit by the window,

relishing

the soothing spring

and spin some words,

delicate, sweet,

and a tad crunchy.

I engrave my odes on paper

like involved intricate carvings.

And then I persuade

the fragrant young gusts

to carry my scribbles

in their folds and pleats

for delivering to you.

One notelet bears

my love for you,

the other, my prayers,

my fervent, ardent wishes.

And I earnestly hope

that when at leisure

you’ll read my letters,

a rosy blush,

a shy smile

will grace your sober lips

at the sheer absurdity of this gift

sent by a crazy me.

Day end

The day draws to close,
the doorbell rings twice, wait ends.
I break into smile.

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Ringing echoes

I can record your
reverberating, resonating laughters,
the ones that start
straight from heart
and reach your lips,
and play and replay them
over and over again.
And then,
I can imagine the rosy blush,
the surge of warm blood,
that slivers of smile
lend to your cheeks
and
feel a little envious
of their soft, subtle caress.
Your quick breaths and short gasps
interspersed between hearty chuckles
can warm me on icy days.
But, I am left with
this irresistible urge to reach out
and touch and kiss those
squeezed eyelids
and
those laughter lines.
What do I do?

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With fondness

Ofttimes,
when I am buried
in files and work,
trying to grasp
the legalities and complexities
of service-rules,
I hear you,
calling out to me,
endearingly.
On occasions,
some of our conversations
replay and rewind,
fleshed out with
right expressions
and
exact timber of your voice.
So sincerely, tangibly, believably
here and now,
that the conception deceives me as well.
I smile, even dissolve in laughter.
All on my own.
Ridiculously. Recklessly.
Earlier colleagues used to trifle with me.
Or may be I would apologize.
Now they negate the episode.
Nowadays, even I am not sorry
for my little getaway.

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Unripened

Verdant green springs laugh,
in the courtyard of my home,
leaves rustle in breeze.

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Slivers of your smile

Slivers of your smile,
in grooves and curves of my heart,
I carry daily.

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A random smile

Lifting random smile.
Bathed in prayer, penned with love.
All my plans crumble.

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#Challenge #88 Lift&Plan