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. .
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)
Spin, New Dreams, Twine phantasms, Tendrils of hope, Iridescent hued, An ivory tower, An arcadian world glows, No longer an idyllic lair, But my eyes yearn to drink it all in, A variegated kaleidoscope.
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)
Smouldering sands, Scorching souls, Scalding hearts, Searing pain. Walking on those dreary paths, Seared with its fiery heat, You learnt, Learnt to forbear. Come what may, You trudge along. The fiery heat, It embalms you, Infusing in you a radiant strength, You jest with fiery wrath, Mocking at its incessant downpour. The angry droplets merely… Continue reading Smouldering Sands
Man a fool, Always he feigned to be cool, Donning a charade to win hearts, But all he got back were nasty darts, Still he milked all that ridicule!
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