The life’s song played dissonant chords
fragments of musical dreams scattered,
steps faltered, leaving hazy footprints
under the umbrage of smoky youthful frolic.
At the fag end of a frosty journey,
I reminisce on the missed opportunities,
rueful morose fills me,
tears of regret mist my eyes.
Finally, the lost music redeems my errant heart,
the strings of melody balms my broken soul,
ripples of repentance and acceptance mingle,
Today, I make peace with my past.
Delighted to share that my tribute to our Doctors, Nurses and all the healthcare workers who have tirelessly worked during the pandemic, has been published in the Indian Periodical.
You can read the poem here.
Bulbul’s twenty word tale : Story
I have written 4, twenty word tales. Each can be read as an individual tale or together as one.
2. Emotions ruled the roost of lock-down stories. Some people scripted success stories, while others had a sad ending. Life goes on…
3. Confined within the four walls of home, I sought solace in writing to avoid the constant disagreements brewing between us.
4. They knocked on my head, I opened my heart and words flowed. Never imagined to be a best-selling author.
The once happy cumulus, lay defeated
eclipsed by the brooding cloak of grey,
casting a pale ebony reflection
on the sedated waters.
The tone of the dusky sky
forebode whispers of despondency.
The distant peaks, stood a mute witness
watching in anguish, in sheer helplessness.
The winds of change blow across,
obligate the smoky clouds to shrivel,
unravel a sliver of dazzle hidden behind
smiling with colors of hope.
Letter writing was an art in itself. People who were fortunate to be a part of the pre digital time, would appreciate the joy of writing and receiving letters. Sadly like many other things, today it is buried in the folds of changing times.
Digital connect dominates the world today. While it is a quick and easy medium of communication, is steals the emotions attached with letters.
I am trying to bring out this comparison in my twin haiku below.
Calligraphy inks
feelings crafted on paper
the words came alive
Instant messaging
static words pop on the screen
emojis galore
Yesterday,
This was a view from my window
bustling life, honking cars, jostling crowds.
It narrated tales of people on the move,
and I loathed that cacophony.
Today,
A prisoner, within the walls of my home
I look at the eerie stillness of the deserted street.
The heart yearns to listen to sounds of hustle bustle
only to be greeted by the siren of the ambulance.
Tomorrow,
I pray that the new dawn is a harbinger of hope
bringing with it the gift of healing.
Life returns with its busyness
and this time,
I would welcome the cacophony!
I am grateful to Freya Pickard for publishing my haiku in the unfurling series on Purehaiku. Thank you Freya 🙂
You can read my haiku here.
Words assume the color of the writer’s ink
as it paints a palette of thoughts
drawing an imagery of multitude emotions.
Words wrap the feelings in a beauteous allure
as they bewitch the mind’s eye
with an altruistic charisma of sensory delight.
Razor sharp words, their caustic mien penetrates deep
shattering the heart into a million shards
burying them beneath a traumatic debris.
With a bold mood into a night of passion
words indulge in a flirtatious tease, raising the tempo
igniting in a tempestuous affair with the reader.
Words pen a riveting edge of the seat thriller
sweat beads trickling down the brow
as eerie tentacles of fear grip the mind.
Cleansing of sorts, with their sublime temperament
words lead us on a path of enlightenment
with a perfect prescription of spiritual nirvana.
Words carve intricate curves of lyrical poetry
bring alive the ancient history
script a magnum opus, satiating the literary souls.
Their most powerful facet comes to fore
when they are an impetus to stimulate.
The insipid letters of the alphabet join hands
to inspire an entire nation to rise up for a cause.
8th May, 5 years ago, I took my first step into world of blogging. From my first post, to about 850+ posts till date, from an absolute novice to a published writer along with many online publications now, it has been an incredible journey of learning and growth.
As my blog Radhikasreflection celebrates its 5th anniversary today, I would like to thank each one of my readers for their constant support and feedback throughout. Some of you have been with my here, right from my initial days. Heartfelt gratitude to you my dear friends. Will look forward to your amazing company in the journey ahead too.
I sit at my table, in the alcove by the window
as the white curtain sways to the zephyr,
wafting in, with the fragrances of a world beyond,
drenched in life’s palette, in a motley of colors.
My ears soak in those whispers of thoughts,
their essence permeates into my being.
I gather the scattered unspoken words together
cajoling them into an expressive frame.
I breathe life into them, birthing my poems,
radiating a genuine warmth of emotions,
that emanate from the core of my soul.
My cup of gratefulness overflows with your support. So a big thank you to all my blogger friends. Do let me know what do you like about my writing?
I would like to leave you with a special request. India is grappling under an intense wave of the deadly pandemic, do take a few minutes to send out a healing prayer to India and the world. Hoping all the collective efforts will help us come out of this dark phase soon. Thank you!!
Stay safe and stay blessed ❤ !
Since time immemorial, my abode was
teeming with people from across the world.
Intrigued by the myths that shroud me,
photographers, writers and tourists
thronged to experience my mystic aura.
The gales filled me with the echoes of
chatter and clicks of the shutterbugs.
Always, the center of attraction,
there was never a dull moment in my life.
Life across the globe changed drastically,
the gloom of the pandemic, cast an ominous shadow.
Today, the gales sing a melancholic tune
bringing in silent grains of sand.
I am deserted, in this vast desert,
lonely and desolate, scanning the roads,
trying to hear voices, in the eerie stillness of time.
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