Whispering Thoughts

 Beyond the bethel, mundane humdrum existence.  People going about their routines, rushing with their chores and errands. Everyone, hurrying for everything. And the bethel stands there, watching it all unfold in its lap.  The hamlet waking up at cockcrow,  running helter-skelter from dawn to dark, and finally,  yawning and slumbering at witching hours.  At times, the faithful visit the precincts, gravitating herewards to find peace in its sacred confines.  But that's not often too. And yet the bethel stands sentinel,  watching our comings and goings.  Dutifully, the bells toll, the tradition remains.  A subtle pause midst all the hustling. Linking owith Friday Fictioneers Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 Up the mountains,  far, far away,  'neath a sloping green roof,  inside the mahogany walls,  Amma lives. With endless stories in her kilta,  fresh green apples on the table, and prisitine snow outside. Wrinkles, of course, where smiles were,  fine folds of skin,  creases,  telling that she has seen it all,  the summers, the winters...  infinite vagaries of weather. And that she is not done yet. Sun-kissed,  stubborn and spirited too,  spontaneously swirling to the traditional beats, there's a purity in her laughter. That's her world precisely.  Her hill, her orchards and her people. And that's her life. Simple. Joyous. Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

Lavish skies, heart seeks that tempting plush plenitude. Heaven, deep within. Linking with Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 184, #SpecificForm

Stretched on parapet,  in sultry summer morning, inertia, envied.  Hitchhiking for  Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 182 #PhotoPrompt Challenge prompt :  Image by   Huda Nur   from   Pixabay I saw one lazying beneath the frangipani this Friday... Inspiring the micro-poetry in 5-7-5 format.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Before them, a kaleidoscope of memories. Behind them, a beautiful life, Between them, their silent connect. Infinite conversations, where, words are rendered meaningless. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗

Slivers peeking through oriels, cherished intricate tapestry, woven together on the loom, with bits and pieces, all appliqued, this patchwork of life, breathtaking. Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Our identities, your reflections, in bitparts. Proudly, your daughters.

Shadows in this heart, dispelled by Thy light and love. Grateful forever! When faith crumbled, we faltered, Father, Thee showeth mercy. Welfare unto all  Linking with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 

Then you came, my Lord! And the dark face of night changed. Thy word, sweet birdsong, seeped, deep, in our hearts, soaking, raising from depths of despair. Welfare unto all Linking with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 

Pray, Thy will be done, for we are your handiwork. Blest! Thy love enfolds. Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

Hark! The siren song. The war has begun. Against the invisible, but not the invincible. The conquest ahead, herculean. In it, together. Now, the thrill of victory, be exhilarating. Amen. #amwriting #poetry #freeverse #micropoetry #fightcovid19together #fightagainstcorona #coronafreeworld Stay strong. Stay safe. Welfare unto all Rab rakha

A lonely birdsong in the pre-dawn ghostly hours, the strained, drained plea of Mother Earth, withered and writhing, breathing apart “Whither are we bound? “ The question glares at us in our insomniac stupor. We the somnambulists, wandering towards a mirage, hear it, clear and distinct, but will we heed? And that too, when there’s time still? Or will this be our eternal regret? That we erased all songs from the heart of earth to record our emptiness. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt 

Where there is a woman, there is magic. Bitparts, minified. Yet her layered soul, like a appliqued rainbow wrap, bearing her earthy perfume, encompassing, engulfing. #HappyWomensDay2020 #definingwomen #wordsthatmatter #feminismexplained #tankapoetry #micropoetry #WomanKiBaat #welfareuntoall #rabrakha Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

I penned this one down as I listened to the live commentary of Republic Day, as they describe the unfurling of National Flag, The Tricolor, the 21 gun Salute... Goose bumps.. A flood of emotions.. The feel of swades pulsing through the being...such vast heritage.. Such beauty. In our land... So much and so little explored and experienced. Long live India... Happy 71st. Fascinating diversities. Glaring differences. Multitude of colors. One Tricolor. A beautiful bridal veil. Indian. The whisper of every breath. Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗🤗

These conversations,  scribbled in cursive,  like bunch of squiggly lines,  drawn across the paper;  love-letters, unaddressed, unlabelled; for whom do you weave  this togetherness  in mystic mellifluous rhythm? The words carved in striking blue ink,  against white A4 backdrop,  syllables ringing with your laugh,  I put my heart to paper,  each day,  with a sliver of hope  that your soul will resonate  to this pulse, this cadence.  And today when you pick up the tune,  why is it that  I struggle with the lyrics,  the right stanzas,  to tell you that  this is the only way,  we stay together.  Forever. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words : Muse

The chaos outside, that cacophonous milieu, with the typical incessant, inharmonious chatter. And then I hear you speak, rich, sonorous syllables, in a rich, sonorous tone. And suddenly all voices fade, noises recede to the backgrounds, becoming unnecessary and irrelevant. The echo of your words, ringing till long after in the deepest corners of my heart, like a calming rein on the wayfaring mind. This is us. You and me, winding down in each other’s company, finding our own sense of calm in being together. Our hearts, those perfect zen corners, crafted with passion and embellished with vivacious love chimes. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words : Calm Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Thou who seekest me, shall find me nestled within. For I dwell in you. Beyond the concrete confines, I am your sacred spirit. Linking with Sunday Scriptures Blessings Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

The winter winds howl,  smokey vapors of breath rise,  blanket of embrace.  Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt#Challenge Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Underneath the silken layers, sans the make-up and the hair-do, without the dash of code red lipstick and perfectly lined eyes, beyond the glowing radiant skin, your soul painted in perfection. So come to me, as you are, minus all these masks. You, with all your scars and flaws, pure, authentic and real, glowing from somewhere deep inside. And I shall love you sweetheart, with all my heart, for how you are made up. Linking with Friday Fictioneers PHOTO PROMPT COURTESY Ronda del Boccio Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗

In that ashen pallor of landscape, wearing not the beauteous wintery-white but the toxic smokey shroud; beneath that grey blanket, that thick, hazy and gloomy spread; midst that smothered afterglow of twilight, we experience the quavers of doom. Is it too late? We shiver. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗