A welcome glint

In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of grace. This haiku captures that sacred instant—the golden light piercing through a canopy, evoking hope, presence, and spiritual awakening. Inspired by the beauty of the natural world and the soul’s readiness to receive illumination, this poem is a quiet welcome to the divine radiance that surrounds and sustains us.

Blinding golden glint, 

peeping from lush canopy. 

I welcome the light.

Linking with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Shifting Skies

In this haiku, we capture a fleeting moment of atmospheric transition where impending rain casts a shadow over the landscape. The sun struggles valiantly against dense, encroaching clouds, symbolizing hope amid adversity. Meanwhile, pigeons calmly forage on millets, embodying life's persistent continuity and simple pleasures despite nature's tumult. The poem invites reflection on the interplay of light and darkness, and the resilience inherent in everyday existence. It celebrates nature's ever-changing yet enduring beauty.

Rain round the corner. 

Sun struggles against dense clouds, 

pigeons eat millets.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

An ode to hope

Beyond the dawns and dusks,  

in the warm glow of glass, 

incandescently lit tungsten, 

an ode to hope. 

Linking with : Moonwashed Weekly Prompt

Welfare Unto All

Rab Rakha

 

 

Sunbeam

 The gold tinted azure skies,

spotless shade of blue, 

the kind that hurts the eyes,

or be it the cloudy dreary pale greys... 

The sun is always there, 

in all its radiant glory.

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha 

Defying winters

Embers of passion,
defying solemn winters.
Folks, making merry.
Around the bonfire,
gratitude and revelry.
Life, celebrated.
Howling icy winds,
silenced, their grim might broken.
Strong, the zeal to live.
Echoes of folk songs,
vibrating through the dark night.
Spirit, thus kindled.
The sun reclaims reign,
the sultry siestas past.
Zestful, the kites soar.

Heartiest greetings for Lohri and Makar Sakranti

Xanadu

Xeric summer winds,
xenoliths yearn xanadu,
for xylem as well.

Linking with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 

Radiant embers

Radiant embers,
sunshine shattering shadows
cast by the slate clouds.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #115 Clouds&Sunshine

A waking dream

Just before the sky breaks,
in to the riotous shades of blue,
clear and unclouded,
I breathe myself against your chest,
and I can feel that subtle rise and fall of your diaphragm,
too soft to hear, too close to experience.
In those godly hours,
I breathe you like oxygen,
vital and indispensable.
I memorize you like sermons,
every single contour.
And I drink you like ocean,
quenched, yet unsatiated.
And then with daylight,
when I think of you,
I hear you or I feel your presence,
I scribble you frantically, my love.
But I don't dream of you,
for you are a constant companion,
a thought that never goes away.
And I hope you don't trust me when I say,
I don't dream at night,
for my endless dreaming begins with dawning,
when I imagine you stirring lazily on disarrrayed bedclothes.
No, I don't dream of you at all.

The conquest

The eventide dissolves
in the receding moonlight.
The dawn seeps into the world,
twirling delicately into the arms of night,
the touch sends deep resounding ripples.
Quickened pulse, the staccato
and silence.
The moment blends into infinity,
and while they hold their gaze,
their hearts falter.
The illicit thrill, feverish and hesitant,
consumes the night
and the dawn burns bright
in perfect rapture.
A thousand dreams
glitter in diffused light.
Soon, it will be twilight,
and the yearnings will blend
in timeless symphony,
unrestrained and passionate.
Such is the hypnosis of seduction,
the day will dwindle in rustic hues,
as the night comes gliding,
through sultry evening roads.

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.