Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Feeling high

A smoke ring
In between the pole star
It looks like her
No, its definitely her, my love
The old monk sips in
I feel happy
Ecstatic to be exact
I think I can touch her
Feel her presence
The smoke ring vanishes
She's still there
Surrounded by her competitors
Jealous they are of her beauty
I feel proud
Admiring her I take another sip
The smoke appears again
This time it blurs my vision
I can still see her
Dazzled by her brightness
I take in the holy water again

For One Shot Wednesday - Week 22 at One Stop Poetry.

Western Ghats - Beauty Unparalleled

I swayed like the monsoon wind
And traveled through the Western Ghats
Crossing rivers and valleys
Waterfalls and rocky edges

I bore with me
Moisture-laden dark clouds
Thunder and lightning - a magnificent view
While my heart trembled like coconut trees

I increased my pace
And reached the lush green grasslands
On the slopes of the ranges
To find a flock of dancing peacocks

They were beautiful and ecstatic
Lost in their own excitement
When there was a heavy downpour
As the clouds touched the hill tops

I was transfixed at the noble sight
But realized I had to move on
Monkeys, elephants I saw near the forest
Were enjoying the natural shower

Along the way
I heard the Great Indian Hornbill
Singing from beyond the woods
And it made me calm as I was not alone

I, finally reached my destination
A heavenly beach along the Arabian Sea
And I thanked Him heartily
For the wild was resting because of the rain

For Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry.
Theme: Nature - Plants, Creatures and the Cosmos!!.

Hi, fellow bloggers. If you want to read about Western Ghats, here's the Wikipedia link: Western Ghats.

Sunday, November 28, 2010


Melding of two individuals
A new world to build
Relationship based on trust
Responsibilities to take
In unison they must live
Although they quarrel
Gifting their heart to each other
Emotional bond, eternal love

For One Single Impression.
Prompt 144: Meld.

An Art From Heart

haiku - heartfelt art
instinct with deeper meaning
though short and precise

For Haiku Heights.
Prompt #19 - Instinct.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Two Kittens

Two kittens
Brothers they are
Out for an evening play
The elder one's excited
Stretches to leap
Younger one
Searches for his mother

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

In Love With You - Perfect Poet Award Acceptance Post

I was, and am, and always will be
In love with you, my dearest
For when you are close or near me
You enliven me, I say in earnest

I am glad, you gave me your heart
When there were many to die for you
Just like the moon holds onto earth
And all the stars, lost in the blue

With you, your love and blessings
I can swim through the highest tide
You have always taken care of my feelings
And are a lovely romantic life-guide

I can never imagine a life without you
You are a flame within me, my inner-light
If bereft of you, to life, I will bid adieu
As it will be as dark as a new-moon night

For Thursday Poets Rally Week 33.

Thank you Jingle for the award. I nominate Colors of Mind.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Future Awaits...

The next week is going to be one of the future changing weeks of my life. I have to study and toil hard for my career.

Wish me good luck my fellow friends and bloggers.

Please pardon me if I am not able to read and comment on your works. I won't be posting much either during the next 10 days.

Happy blogging and keep smiling... :)

Friday, November 12, 2010

Flashback: My Grandfather

"Sumit? Are you here?" my grandpa asked.

He was lying on an old hospital bed and was covered from neck to toe in a lightning-white blanket. He gestured me towards him. Immediately I went and sat beside him on the bed.

I didn't quite know at that time what all this was about. I was only 5 years old. An inquisitive child that I was, I had so many questions that I wanted to ask my grandfather.

And I exactly did that.

"What has happened to you, dadu?
Why have you come here?
Why are you sleeping here, when you have your own bed at home?
Will you come home today with me?
Are you angry on someone? Is that why you left home?
Grandma cries, you know, since you are not with her at home.
Nobody is happy, dadu. I want to play ludo with you. Please come home."

There was a brief pause before grandpa gave me a feeble smile and brushed my hair with his hand.

He replied "I am fine and tell your grandma not to worry and I am not angry on anyone. I will come home soon. I am not well now. I am suffering from cold and cough just like you do during winter. I will be cured soon and I will be back to home in no time."

I was so happy to hear that.

"Let me massage your hands and legs. You must be in a lot of pain. It's been a week since you came here and I didn't get the chance to apply the pain balms." I said.

"I love you, Sumit and I miss you so much already. You are my treasure. I am glad that your father brought you here today. I am in peace now." He said in a crying tone.

I replied "Don't cry, dadu. I know you will be fine and when you come home I will let you see the news channel. I won't change it to the music channel anymore. Please come home soon."

Tears rolled down his cheeks. He pulled me towards him and hugged me tightly.

Then my father came there. He talked to grandpa a little and then declared that it was time to go now. I said goodbye to my dadu for the last time in my life.

My grandfather died in the year 1992. He was in his late sixties at that time. I was very small and I didn't understand a lot of things then. He called me his treasure. I am no gold but he was. He had a soft golden heart. He was a doctor himself and saved many lives. Why couldn't the other doctors give him a few more years. I wanted to know him more. I miss him so much.

I love you, dadu.

For Three Word Wednesday.
Prompts: gesture, immediate, treasure.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

When I Die...

When I die
Don't build a monument for me
Don't name a building after me
Just... just don't

Just keep me in your heart
For it is the monument
Of emotions and desires

Never let me out of your mind
For the fortress it is
Of memories and wisdom

A statue, a shrine
A memorial, a landmark
Anything you sculpt
May be abandoned, destroyed

My name on your heart is
Deeper than carved writings
On a buried ancient stone

My thoughts on your mind are
Powerful than all the kings
Who are buried in their tombs

So, When I die
Don't build a monument for me
Don't name a building after me
I beseech you... please don't

For Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry.
Theme: Buildings, Landmarks and Monuments!!!.
For One Shot Wednesday: Poetry - Week 19 at One Stop Poetry.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Diwali - Haiku Series

Silent, orb-less night
Pitch black, devoid of brightness -
Clay lamps lit - hope, joy

Darkness unto light
Earthen lamps, candles in rows
Rich celebrations

Colorful fireworks
Ah! scent of bursting crackers -
Rife hearts illumined

No end to gaiety
Glowing sticks clasped between hands
Shining eyes in awe

Sweets exchanged among
Brotherhood, togetherness
Inner light wakened

A lesson for all -
Ignorance, evil forfeit
Wisdom, good triumph

I wish a very happy Diwali to all my fellow bloggers...

For Haiku Heights.
Prompt #16 - Clasp.
For Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry.
Theme: Celebrations and Festivities!!!!!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Prayer Within Me

The leaves fall, the flowers wilt,
The branches lapse and the woods rot.
A withered quilt they look like
Becoming one with the dirt beneath.
With freshness anew and beauty unparalleled
They're reborn on their motherland.
"Then why only me? O' Lord, why me...?
Why can't I rise above
The dark clouds that hover over me?
Why can't I pierce through
The gloomy veil that surrounds me?"
This hazy self of me is now alone
Wandering like an invisible soul--
Who was once known and loved by all
Who was the kernel of attraction
Also the heart and soul in his circle.
I enjoyed grandly, lost count of time
It was then that I did not understand
A race against this speeding time, I was in
For nobody else but me, I used to think.
Then there was this abrupt turn of events
Alas! now my dreams lie in ashes
No matter how much I try to amend, I fail.
Those who wielded a broad smile before
Whose hearts lightened up when they saw me
Have deserted this kernel of attraction.
They now wield a look of disgust
This lonely man shattered now feels crippled.
With a heavy heart and a gleam of hope
Finally catching up with the forgotten time,
I pray, "O' Lord, help me in my endeavor.
Let me be born again with great light and splendor".

For Three Word Wednesday.
Prompts: abrupt, kernel, wield.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

What The Soul Is Like?

The soul is like a fresh zephyr
Gentle, tranquil and sometimes a gust
Keeps on sailing across borders
Giving life to all is what it doest

The soul is like a deathless harmony
Playing itself on various albums
Crossing barriers and boundaries
Puts lives of all in a settled rhythm

The soul is like a meandering river
Flows and drifts in ebbs and tides
Never swaying; zig-zagging the frontier
Joins everything that man divides

The soul in all it's majestic glory
Moves on; fastens the strings of all
kinds of life; and is pure and holy
And takes a new life-form on God's call

For One Shot Wednesday - Week 18 at One Stop Poetry.

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