Cobbled Clutter(a senryu)

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

Celebrating Life

A medley of thoughts, And a whirlpool of emotions, A surge of love, And a surf of passion, That is life. A cacophany of voices, And a cascade of thought, The lustre of a star, The heat of the sun, That is life. The dew-adorned blossoms, The fragrant-rich air, The rustling leaves, The bubbling brooks,…

I can see the sun rise…

I can see the sun rise, Over the rooftops of my town, But the darkness lingers in the woods behind me, Dripping from broken branches in ways that only darkness could. The peace has long fled my being, I can feel the talons of darkness that grip my heart. The sun warms the waking world,…

A Tale

Two lonely souls, Together They created, The oasis of love, The Eden of mirth, The Isle of ecstasy, The fountain of hope. Together They did, That alone they could not.

Life- story

A life, A story, You write some , Erase some. You wish to draw some, But gusts of stormy tempest, It blows the grains away. You look on. And you still draw, Small lines, Broken lines, Anonymous, Indistinct. Someday, Those lines would merge, An amalgam of all the broken ones, And a masterpiece borne. For…

Wednesday Workout#1# 2 Jan,2020.

A couch - potato, A life sublime, Contented, Satiated. Holding covetously to what I had, Not striving to no more. Watched the frenzy around, As everyone raced to get ahead, I disdainfully nodded my head. As others won laurels, I was awarded titles, A plethora of names, And the subject of so many memes, And…

A dark night

A night dark and deep, Haunted by melancholic depths, Lone stood a tree, Its barren branches, Standing proud. For the crescent moon, Arched amidst the arid branches, Anointed them with a mystical hue. Embellished and adorned, The silvery beacon, It showed many lost souls, A weary way to redemption. Darkness shows you the way. Just…

My dreams(etheree)

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.

A Happy Fool’s Day( a Limerick)

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!

Pink (a haiku)

The power of pink, A cynosure so brazen, Yet love radiates. A very Happy Women's Day to all of you. A salute to the Pink Brigade.