Delighted to share that 3 of my haiku for the theme volcano, have been featured in Freya Pickard’s blog purehaiku. Do check them out. Sharing the link to the posts here.
Ic: Senjuti Kundu @unsplash
Eyes behold prismatic dreams
giggling through innocent childhood laughter
Until, the sentinels of society
clip the creative artistry
tainting her beautiful life’s canvas
with strokes of insipid hues.
Dawn enters the threshold of the ebony sky,
nature’s nimble quill, pens scarlet verses across the yonder,
broody clouds pale under the dazzle of the sun.
As the empyrean canvas welcomes a new day, singing a lyrical ballad,
I surrender my pain to celestial heavens, bask under its benevolent grace.
The reflective solitude of the morn, envelopes me with abundant peace.
Thoughts dress by my reflective moods
I paint the words with my emotional palette
a long journey, scripted through a variegated literary landscape
inspired by your writings enroute,
I celebrate a milestone of 1000 posts today.
WordPress congratulated me on my 1000th post today. Thank you, my WordPress family, for being with me and encouraging my work. Truly grateful for each of your likes and comments. Of late, I am guilty of not reading your posts regularly. I have joined work and keeps me busy. But I’ll definitely try to drop by whenever time permits. Thanks once again for being with me.
Happy Navratri to all my Indian friends!
Disquiet thoughts knock
the door to temptation lures
to stray or to steer away.
I am so happy to share that my poem “Nature’s Grandeur” has been published in Spillwords.
Please click here to read it.
The lonesome heart pines
lost in the barren landscape
Scorching cloudless sky
survives the parched desert heat
Spiked outer armor
smiles through the blistered needles
a vibrant blossom
Litany of blooms
an aesthetic redolence
gleamy rays kiss the valley
Life’s pedal moves on waiting for none,
O brother, the only sepia toned picture of us, is a treasure I cherish.
It conjures so many memories full of mirth.
The happy feet scampering across the neighbourhood, on hot summer noon
our buffoonery, inviting the ire of the old café owner.
With laughter echoing through the streets,
those growing up years defined unlimited felicity,
miasmic bugle of war blew, bringing with it bloodshed
bombs bombarded destruction and mayhem.
My lachrymose deluge, drenched the rubble looking for you,
the throes of separation lacerating my soul.
After all these years, I still wait, in hope of your return…
Sadje’s WDYS #146