They...

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 🤗🤗🤗

Patchwork of life

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 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Lost wanderers

And they started...
On a long road.
Miles of journey.
One burning desire.
To reach their homes,
to that embrace of love.
Setting skies did not matter.
Nor did rising sun.
Like birds at eventide,
they flew back,
to their only shelter in this storm.
Migrants,
that’s what they call them,
these itinerants afoot,
yearning, pining for their nests.
In verity though,
we are all migratory birds.
Tiny specks,
lost wanderers on this atlas.
Ramblers in search of our haven,
somewhere within the deepest,
quietest chambers of our own heart,
where the soul strums in rhythm.
Definitely, a long road ahead.
Miles of journey,
meandering curves,
wilderness too.
One burning desire.
To reach home.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt 

Defining her

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.

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Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Rest in peace

A blessed soul of the community departed. He was a saintly spirit and Lord Almighty had graced him with the gift of music. Even though he could not see, yet he was so good at his craft that he was revered. I remember the sheer excitement which ran through my folks when he visited the town. They made that extra effort not to miss the time allotted to him in the Kirtan Darbar. With every breath he thanked Lord for the blessings He had bestowed upon him and it so seemed that every timehhe sounded more blessed in his craft. Unwavering in his faith till his last breath, he became a legend for the community. I, though not a very committed member of community, do cherish the times I heard him sing Gurbani and Shabad. And I don't know why, today, I feel that void in me, a bit of hollowness like I lost a distant relation, some faraway family member. My 100 words for his Faith...

‘Tis faith that inspired,
instilled the spirit,
to fly, even with broken wings.
And it is with faith alone,
that the fluttering whizzing,
was steadied.
Faith, that guided his hands
so that he strummed
those melodious hymns
that sang Thy praises.
Faith that granted vision to his heart,
to see Thy generous face
in the rising and falling octaves.
And it is with faith in Thee,
that he walks today,
through the Golden Gates of heaven,
leaving behind vacuity and silence.
Angels weep out of jealousy,
as they meet Thy Chosen Child.
Forever Yours,
he is now, forever with Thee.

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words 

Welcome winters

Winter’s wailing winds. 

We wake up to dark outside. 

That snuggling in quilts!!!

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

When you become your own muse

That moment,

when you look in the mirror

and feel like tucking that stray hair properly,

when you run the kohl

on the lower eye line,

smooth, smoky, a little smudged too,

when you feel

like matching all your accessories right

and looking perfect,

when you want

the mirror to smile back at you

and say “Hello beautiful ! “

Because you are in love,

not the cliché romanticism,

but smitten,

by the sheer beauty of life,

the adventures of journey

and endeavours for reaching happy horizons.

For a blind date with life,

part dressed,

I look up in the mirror

and smile at that girl,

with curls let loose and

painted lips puckered up,

ready to kiss her partner.

Mayhaps love

You say my name like a verse
lovely trick, that confounds heart
mayhaps some magic.

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Picstories

Pictures,

in black, white, grey

and beautiful colors of the pallet,

unstained

with the insistence of being liked,

unedited memoirs,

undisputed testimonies

of being joyously alive.

Such pictures that tell

our stories,

that echo the sweet times.

Digital albums,

suddenly bereft of

such pictorial verses.

Linking with Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT COURTESY TED STRUTZ

Devotion

In the midnight hours,
your name, answers all trials.
We seek, you suffice.

Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. 

Ripples in the wind

Ripples in the wind,
the whispers calling you home, 
to the waiting arms.

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