Sunday haiku
Two bodies far flung
Thousands of miles conspiring
To split their lone soul
Two bodies far flung
Thousands of miles conspiring
To split their lone soul
September 15, 2011
Death of Dreams
Dreams Must Not Always Come True. Beauty Lies in Moving on with Smiles.
The star falls, sky smilesHails new stars even at death
Dreams die, we cry on
Death of a nightmare
A Leaf from My Diary, Dated: 23 JAN 2010
I woke up to the just risen sun
A beautiful day and the broken bench
I sat there to the familiar half broken squeaky sound
Nothing has changed except the willow tree
It gathered more dust and wisdom
The swallow still has a busy morning
And the sky still intrigued playing with the shades of gold
I have all the time on earth
Had dreamt of the bench last night, I had to come back
The creepy sound reminded me of the nightmare
That has died dishonorably to my dreams now.
Ressurection of a Phoenix
One Word Most Cliched yet Most Empowering: Friendship
You have offeredSome cadaveric moments
Absorbing into purple ashes
Of some do not exist kinda state
And then a skyful of ecstasy
Some absolute, honest bliss
And, I, a reborn gold phoenix of spring,
Offer you my gratitude.
You have given me friends.
August 8, 2011
Dream Board
Originally published in Triond on June 2011
It’s all fresh, all new, lovely
The air smells different
The animals curious
Its spring the year round
The muscle twitches, eye lid flutters
The world around is clueless, beautiful.
Something new is happening
The sound of life changing
Everything is fresh and full
I am building, intending, knowing
It is all I need to know
All else is just landscape
Sand, scrub and grime.
It’s all fresh, all new, lovely
The air smells different
The animals curious
Its spring the year round
The muscle twitches, eye lid flutters
The world around is clueless, beautiful.
Something new is happening
The sound of life changing
Everything is fresh and full
I am building, intending, knowing
It is all I need to know
All else is just landscape
Sand, scrub and grime.
Rainbow life
Originally published in Triond in July 2011
The dark cloud did barely made visibility
Through the dark avenue.
I was riding past the darkest of woods
With much hollowness and silence
It was a long journey of wish unfilled and seething pain
A journey, a nightmare no one should ever live
The nature was still and poignant
Sombre, sorrowful at my tears
I couldn’t remember how long I had traveled
All I could remember was
Hollow darkness and numbing pain.
Suddenly, I felt a sweet breeze brushing my face
Soothing my eyes and loving me
I felt like being loved again
I felt belonged and connected
I opened my eyes to light
And to the most beautiful of rainbows.
The dark cloud did barely made visibility
Through the dark avenue.
I was riding past the darkest of woods
With much hollowness and silence
It was a long journey of wish unfilled and seething pain
A journey, a nightmare no one should ever live
The nature was still and poignant
Sombre, sorrowful at my tears
I couldn’t remember how long I had traveled
All I could remember was
Hollow darkness and numbing pain.
Suddenly, I felt a sweet breeze brushing my face
Soothing my eyes and loving me
I felt like being loved again
I felt belonged and connected
I opened my eyes to light
And to the most beautiful of rainbows.
Because of you
'It is a Sweet Thing, Friendship, a Dear Balm, a Happy and Auspicious Bird of Calm.'
The dawn ushers loveBalming the dark blood, black hurts
My dusk has just dawned
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