Baskets of summer!

Some memories stay with us like seashells tucked away in a basket—small, delicate, yet carrying the vastness of an entire ocean. Baskets of Summer is a reflection of a cherished childhood moment, collecting seashells with my sister on a sunlit beach. Each shell held a story, a wave, a whisper of the sea, and as we brought them home, we unknowingly carried the warmth of summer and the rhythm of the tides with us. This haiku captures that fleeting yet timeless joy—the beauty of simple moments that, like the ocean, remain within us long after they pass.

Seashells on the beach. 

Summers gathered in baskets, 

the ocean brought home.

Linking with Crimson's Creative Challenge 017

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Summer romance

Daisies.

Innocent hearts,

fleeting summer romance.

Aglow!

Linking with Tanka Tuesday 

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