Cobbled Clutter(a senryu)

weary soul trudges clanging on cobbled clutter of life's edifice

As Life turns

When life turns, It shows you the way, Paths untread, Now familiar, What was, Now no more. Milestones by the side, Whizzing by. And you move on, Lands blurring by, People in transit, And you, You just move on. A utopian quest, Seeking a cache bountiful, Finding a cloistered niche, Just to rest in solace!…

It just flows

When that cauldron overflows, Surging, The vent bursts open, Spewing out the simmering lava, Burning with its latent heat, Stoked over years. It just flows, Overwhelming, Consuming, Reckless of what comes on its way. It wants to break free, The volcanic dam unshackled. It just flows, Meandering down unknown slopes. It does not know, What…

It leaves you

Something dear, Something close, It leaves you, It vanishes suddenly. And you, Left bereft, Trying to fathom, What you lost, Will it ever resurrect? The void remains, As you reminisce, Tears roll, But to no suffice.

When your mind wants……..

When your mind wants , Nothing else, But, To go on a vacation. It wants to shut down, The constant buzz, It has drained its power. It just wants to procrastinate, It wants to stand and stare, As the world runs by. It tells you to take a pause, But you pay it no heed.…

The hash-tag-#( a double haiku)

The hash-tag lava Spurted out that was hushed up, A torrid deluge. Making voices heard, As the heavy boulders fall, In their own craters.

Twittering Tales#104 2 October,2018

The murals told the tales of distant past long gone .Men then fought and killed each other. All glory laid to dust. The myriad figures stand alone. But the story has not changed. Men still keep on fighting and killing each other. And the stony walls blood washed shine anew. (272 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-4SZ

As I love …..

As my mind goes blank, Shutting out all the deafening noises, Boarding up the crevices, That streamed in biting shafts. I float aimlessly hither and thither, I know not, And I don't want to know. A reverie, An idyllic repose, A blissful ecstasy. The world is my own, No pretences, No shams, No charades. Honest…