Elated and honored to share that 6 of my haiku have been featured in The Short of It by Susi Bocks who blogs at iwriteher.com.
Sunset
calligraphic swirls
paints the western horizon
scarlet poetry
Please do read the remaining haiku here
My wrinkles hold many memories tucked between their folds,
to be buried with me.
Today, I look into the mirror,
proud of each scar I carry, each joy I experienced.
As the moonlight casts its lambent glow,
I smile, celebrating my journey of life.
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I sit on the logged bench, watching the alabaster cascades, make a monstrous sound on its fall,
before flowing gently on the moss rimed stones, charting its own course.
I take courage to let go of my tears, from the cliff of my cheek, unabashedly down to the bottom of my soul, releasing the burden of the emotional upheaval.
My briny tears, cleanse my soul of all the hurt.
A constant companion, my faithful dog, a sole witness to my purgation, wags his happiness to see me move on, to face the challenge with renewed vigor.
Exploitive gimmicks
strings of modern politics
man, a mere puppet!
With love as the locus of our relationship, let’s walk the talk, bridging the generation gap between us
converging on our divergent ideologies and identities, discarding the judgemental lens,
creating endearing stories of wizened wrinkles and vivacious spontaneity.
Let’s celebrate our differences, without any pretense, cementing it with a bond of acceptance,
sharing our joys, secrets, tears, resilience, translating moments to memories and lacing them with a twine of unconditional support for each other,
‘coz when the generations walk together hand in hand, the world radiates an ebullient spirit of harmony.
The rapid technological strides, paints bold strokes of change,
of the world that may be, in the times to come.
Flux of artificial living, incarcerates all things natural.
Emotions ossified by automated wiring of the heart
bereft of feelings, nonchalant cryptic conversations ensue,
measured capsules, replace warm home cooked food.
Thoughts of people audible through a scan,
robotic intelligence commands erudite brains,
human touch lynched by technology.
Man, lives on a programmed existence.
A century from now, way of life may be unfathomable!
My life wore a cloak of mundanity
over my inane wallflower mien,
until I saw you today.
As our eyes locked,
time stood still; the moment frozen.
You cast a magical spell on me,
a heady cocktail of emotions brewed within.
Your seraphic smile ignited a sensory euphoria,
undulating heartbeats drowned me in ineffable feelings.
I was drunk admiring your honeyed beauty,
as my life seemed to slip out of my control.
I must confess it was love at first sight,
or so I thought, until
I saw you walk into his open arms.
Alas,
that was the end of my fleeting love story!
chirpy start to dawn
shadows play on verdant lea
gaily hops the bird
Abracadabra…
Pages of a book flutter, in the tiny hands,
letting him peek into a world beyond imagination.
Piquing the tender mind’s curiosity,
books present a palatable platter for every age.
The kaleidoscopic web of enticing genre,
churn a potent alchemy of awe and learning,
captivating the reader, conjuring a riveting spell.
Their magical potion works like a charm,
kindling a happy lifelong friendship with books!
My mind is adept at playing games with me, follows no rules, and wields a power so strong,
the darkness of its depth leaves me petrified, I writhe under its sting, the pain seems unbearable
sometimes it shrivels like a deflated balloon, but mostly it swells up in haughty pride
it conjures up the wiliest thoughts, cementing it with resolute conviction and barricading it with an inflated ego.
I am blinded in a haze when it showers missiles of fear.
Wallowing in self-doubt, I feel like a hapless pawn under its clutches.
It is only when its sublime qualities come to fore, it rings in bells of happiness
I love its mellowed persona, when I get to be Me, revelling in a euphoric bubble, afraid that it may burst anytime.
After long battle of trying to gain control over my mind,
I have realized, its mercurial temperament is fraught with multifarious layers.
Demons and angels both reside in there, only whom I feed, grows!
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