It arose ( a double haiku)

Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .

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As dreams come true

Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun)

My soul tethered deep into my conscience is my anchor of life. Strong and sturdy, weathering the life's storms,it has grown. Lateral branches lush with verdant emotions, lush with life sprout shading me from harsh glares. They droop down burdened with the plethora of life's emoticons. And as they touch down to meet my inner… Continue reading Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun)

Bloom to be beautiful

Resurrection

Let me lose myself

A quest (a Haibun)

She sat on the long wooden bench watching the people walking by. The doctors hurried to their OPD rooms in stiff shirts,the nurses masked and gloved in crisp uniforms hovering by. And the patients of all ages just watching stoic and maudlin. The aroma of the tantalising coffee from the kiosk mingled with the septic… Continue reading A quest (a Haibun)

What do you see? April 9/2019 (The circle of life- a Haibun)

The rolling verdant expanses offer an infinite panorama of life. The valley is lush with dancing blossoms. They are imbued with warm colours of Mother Nature. Tall pines soar high majestically paying an obeisance to the blue skies. The denizens of the blue canopy above traverse down to lend their colours to the world below.… Continue reading What do you see? April 9/2019 (The circle of life- a Haibun)

Words unsaid(a nonet)

These words are all I have now for you, You will find pieces of my soul, Each word a chapter of life, A syllabic deluge, An ardent torrent, But all unsaid Safely cached, Unsent, Dead. Many a time we want to communicate our thoughts,our feelings with those dear to us. But when we come face… Continue reading Words unsaid(a nonet)

If tomorrow Comes

If tomorrow comes, It will be, A harbinger of things new, Ushering in an ardent hope, Unearthing a cache of hidden dreams. If tomorrow comes, It will write new stories, Etching the leaves of time, Erasing the tales of yore, That mean no more. If tomorrow comes, It will heal old wounds, Festering animosity, Now… Continue reading If tomorrow Comes