Jaggery days

This poem celebrates Makar Sankranti, a festival of new beginnings, gratitude, and harvest. As the winter mists lift, the sun's radiance returns, symbolizing hope and renewal. The skies fill with soaring kites, carrying dreams and prayers for prosperity. The air carries the aroma of roasted sesame and jaggery, signifying warmth, unity, and sweetness in life. This poem captures the essence of Sankranti—the transition from darkness to light, from cold to warmth, reminding us that every end is a new beginning. It is a tribute to the simple joys of life and the enduring spirit of hope and community.

January mists. 

Yet the sun shines, the kites fly, 

and the people pray. 

Days of darkness, gone, 

mists carry roasted fragrance.

Jaggery, and nuts.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

'tis Lohri everyday

Lohri, a festival that marks the end of winter and the arrival of longer days, symbolizes warmth, gratitude, and abundance. Traditionally celebrated with bonfires, songs, and offerings of seasonal harvest, it teaches us to embrace the light that follows darkness. This haiku reflects the deeper spiritual essence of Lohri — the grace that leads us through life’s winter tides, turning each moment into a celebration of divine blessings. May this poem remind us that with faith and gratitude, every day can be a Lohri, filled with hope, joy, and the warmth of togetherness.

Bounties of Thy grace, 

leading through the winter tides.

'tis Lohri everyday. 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Stories by the bonfire

This haiku captures the essence of Lohri through nature’s lens — the cleansing rains, the nurturing earth, and the wisdom passed down through generations. It reminds us that festivals are more than rituals; they are stories shared around bonfires, bridging the past and present. Inspired by my grandmother’s words, this poem reflects the beauty of traditions that connect us to our roots, to each other, and to the land we cherish. Lohri is a celebration of life.

Washed with winter rains, 

mother earth receives lohri. 

My granny says so!

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Winter’s Feathered Dance

The onset of winter brings a quiet magic, a stillness that envelops the world and invites us to notice the smaller, gentler moments around us. One such foggy day, I found myself captivated by the lively presence of sparrows in the garden. Some fluttered around the bird feeder, others splashed joyfully in the bird bath, while a few pecked at the grass or perched on the parapet. Their playful energy and simple existence were a balm to the soul, a reminder of the beauty in life's fleeting moments.

This haiku captures that serene yet vibrant scene, inviting the reader to pause and savor the harmony of nature as it dances with the changing season.

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Winter's feathered dance

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha

Winter-warmth

Seething coals in hearths,

tamarind-tempered pumpkins,

Winter-warmth of home.

Welfare unto all

Rab Rakha 

Winter woods

Lonesome tree, withering in winters,
almost dead,
beneath that misty grey shroud,
surviving with summer in its heart
and sighing with hope in its roots.
Spring breathes life in it, anew.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #140

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 

Winters calling

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 🤗 🤗 🤗