Monsoon Nirvana!

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Monsoon bells ring in the month of August, as the entire Indian peninsula is under a cloud cover. The country revels, as pellets of rains kiss the parched earth, providing much relief from the sweltering heat that saps all energy. Fresh organic landscapes replace the arid barren plains. The insipid leaves indulge in an emerald green makeover, insects cavort around in trilling conversations, meandering rivers swell with gushing pride, pastures hide under a lush grassy duvet, farmers send in a prayer of gratitude and romantic hearts drench in amorous reverie.  Man and nature rejoice, under the magical spell of the rains.

heavenly showers

verdure poetic canvas

monsoon nirvana

dversepoets Haibun Monday : August

Rains!

Shweta’s 6 word story prompt #49 : Rain.

I have tried to highlight different facets of rain. Hope you like them.

Water, Raindrops, Raining, Wet, Liquid, Splashing

First rains satiate the parched earth

Smell of petrichor kindled happy memories

The nature sings a verdant euphony

Puddles, paper boats, laughter childhood nostalgia

Rains, book, hot tea – happiness unlimited

Romantic hearts drench in rainy reverie

The incessant rains left travelers stranded

Ire of the rains wreaked havoc

Monsoon meant leaky roofs, wet indoors

Farmers rejoice as bountiful crops sway

Muse of artists and poets alike

Melange of promise – elixir of life

Song of Nature!

 

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Verdant patches of lush foliage greet me,

on a drive across the countryside

the landscape adorns itself

in boundless hues of green

the once dusty wilted stems

paled under the scorching heat

now comes alive.

Soaked and satiated,

the trees swing in gay abandon.

The showers from heavenly skies

grace the earth with magic, as

the rains sing a pleasant melody

called the song of nature!

 

 

 

Song of Nature!

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Verdant patches of lush foliage greet me,

on a drive across the countryside

the landscape adorns itself

in boundless hues of green

the once dusty wilted stems

paled under the scorching heat

now comes alive.

Soaked and satiated,

the trees swing in gay abandon.

The showers from heavenly skies

grace the earth with magic, as

the rains sing a pleasant melody

called the song of nature!

 

 

Sidlak – Gloomy!

Storm Clouds, Clouds, Thunderstorm, Grey, Sky, Gloomy
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Insipid

set in monochrome

dull overcast canvas drifts

the breeze plays a melancholic tune

paints a gloomy grey picture!

Sidlak poetry (sid/lak) is a structured poetry consisting of 5 lines with 3-5-7-9 syllables AND A COLOR. The last line must be a COLOR that describes the whole poem ( no restriction on syllables) or the feelings of the writer.

The Solo Trip!

In response to Kat’s twittering tale # 131. Write a tale in 280 letters or less.

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Her first solo trip abroad, had taught Annie life skills and learning beyond the two decades of formal education.

Missed flight, incessant weather, bitter experience, helpful people, diverse culture, dealing with situations….it was a mixed bag.

She was now ready to take on life!

Letter count 280

Rains!

Guess, its the magic of the pearly white drops that blessed us today, that prompted me to write these haikus on the rain. Attempting to capture the effect of rains on different people.  Hope you like them 🙂

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Splashing on puddles

paper boats, with squeals of laughter

children euphoric!

 

Grey clouds shower blessings

visuals of crops dancing

happy peasant beams!

 

Incessant drops fall

the swing in the porch beckons

with coffee and book!

 

Sweet scent of raindrops

brings in amorous fragrance

lovers rhapsody!

 

The monsoon brings in

a melange of promises

elixir of life!

 

Dark clouds seal the sky

torrents of missiles drop down

deluge all across!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Musical Deluge!

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Having a universal appeal, music transcends boundaries and genres.  Music is the rhythm of the soul, it is simply divine. It has the power to transport you to a paradise of rhythmic symphony.

This is exactly what happened when we attended a music concert organised by Banyan Tree called Barkha Ritu in my city a couple of days back. This festival celebrates the moods of the monsoon with the magic of music.

The first part was a Jugalbandi by flautists Rakesh Chaurasia and Shashank Subramanyam. The eclectic blend of North Indian classical and Carnatic styles were a treat to the ears. The perfect movement of fingers and breath produced magical tunes. As with the rains, the music cascaded from the gentle teasing, to a melodious flow and finally the tempo reaching the crescendo with the rollicking beats, it was ethereal! The accompanying artists on Tabla and Mridangam ably supported the maestros.

The next session was classical vocal by renowned singer Kuashiki Chakraborty.

What an amazing voice she is blessed with! Her range and mastery over the Raag left us spellbound. With each line, she cajoled, flirted, romanced and finally drowned in the ecstasy of the song. Her understanding of the finer nuances of the style was simply exemplary. The audience reveled in a musical trance. The program concluded with a thunderous standing ovation.

The three hours passed before we realised. The flawless rendition left us all craving for more. We left the hall soaking in the musical deluge.

 

Raag – Melodic mode in Indian classical music having a prescribed format

Jugalbandi – Performance that features a duet of two solo musicians

 

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