Rain pours incessant
Umbrella keeps company
useful friend for her
This post is an Haiku in response to this week’s prompt “Useful” on TankaTuesday challenge,
Useful friend #poetrychallenge
Swirl in the Rain
Swirl of the umbrella
Spinning the rain drops
Making that dance
Oh what a spectacle!
I stopped as the crowd gathered
Suddenly Aware of my self
The umbrella continued to swirl
My feet fell silent, stuck in my shackle.
My eyes filled with shame
I did what I shouldn’t have
Each accusing eye, a stranger
Each arm, a creeping tentacle.
The swirl and the dance
is not, what I must do
That’s not what’s expected
For some one who is ‘Respectable’.
The umbrella continued to swirl
rain drops washed me clean
My feet picked up the rhythm
My arms swirled in a happy circle.
I wonder who saw?
Which one of me they saw?
The crowd milled on
Too busy to notice the broken shackle
Wetness remains on Sand
Wave break on the shore
Retreats back to the ocean
Wetness stays on sand
Sawaal
नो पूछो सवाल
ना जवाबों की उमीद रखो
मोहब्बत है तो सिर्फ़
मोहब्बत की उमीद रखो
She is the mother
Quiet but firm
She silently watches
She is the mother
Filled with emotions
She hides with a smile
She is the mother
She can shed a tear
But she holds them back
She is the mother
From the shadows she emerged
To be a pillar of strength
She is the mother
I am me
Bit tired, I trudge on
Dragging my feet
My steps too small
The end looking far
Brow dripping with sweat
Some trickle down the eye
It’s weary
Bit worried, I am scared
Eyes cast down
Trepidations rise up the throat
Filling the heavy beating heart
Veins pulsate fear
Permeates every cell
It’s infectious
Bit unsure, full of doubt
Shaking to the very core
Thoughts reflect gloom
Clouding up the mind
Reason is not reasonable any more
No words give comfort
It’s unsettling
Bit overwhelmed, it’s beyond me
No longer within my reach
The grip on the edge is slipping
The deep fall awaits
The rocky edges mock
Let it go it says
It’s over
Bit irritated, I am angry
This ain’t what I am
I am way bigger, I know
The mind pushes the gloom
Fills it up with anger
Set myself to action
It’s a fight
Bit hopeful, indebted
to all who believed
Can’t let them down
My finger may be slipping
But my heart, fights on
The nails dig in
It’s not over yet
Bit calm, I am in my elements
Actions follow the practiced path
Every action a flow
I am now what I am
What I am meant to be
Like a symphony
It’s music
Bit sure, I have faith
In all The hard work
In all that’s me
I swell up to my size
Larger than the very life
I know who I am
I am me
Pouring Rain
Pouring rain falls
Lands on my shoulder
I am drenched
in heaven itself
There is a stream
That flows on my face
My eyes and heart
Brim up on bliss itself
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Sleep
Quadrille Monday at d’Verse is over. The prompt was any form of the word sleep. This is the first time i am participating in this beautiful portal of connect. But strangely, like the promtpt I slept. So i am posting my attempt at Quadrille on a tuesday, which faithfully follows the manic monday.
I have used a format which i some how found interestion. An ascending sentences of 2,3,4,5 cascading to theme word. Till the last para which has a four line with a four word line ending the quardile with a definetive statement. Hope my fellow dreamer enjoy
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It’s weary
My eyes close
Eyelids weigh a ton
A day is closing now
Sleep
It’s night
A calming black
Dark warm blanket engulfs
Eyes have seen many
Sleep
It’s quiet
Silence closing in
I can hear my dreams
It’s time to sleep
Meri parchai dhoondhta hoon inme
उन ऊँचाइयों से देखा है
ज़िंदगी को उड़ते हुए
हवाओं का रुख़ जिस तरफ़ था
उसी रुख़ बहते हुए
सूरज को ढलते देखा है
डूबते क्षितिज को रंगते हुए
जैसा रंग खुद का था
उसी रंग में घुलते हुए
पानी को बहते देखा है
ठहरे पथरों पर छलाँगे भरते हुए
जिस तरफ़ उसका अंत था
उसी समंदर की तरफ़ मदमस्त बहते हुए
रोशनी को खिड़कियों से आते देखा है
गरम और नरम बाँहें लिए
मलमल अंधेरे पर धूल की सीडी रख
चुपचाप अंधेरे कमरे में घुसते हुए
थोड़ा रंग, थोड़ी उड़ान
रोशनी और बहाव को अपनी मुट्ठी में भर
इन सब में अपने आप को देखा है
गुजरी है ज़िंदगी, इनमें अपनी परछाई ढूँढते हुए
Work in Progress
Debris strewn
Scaffoldings fixed
All preparations are in place
The sign is up for all to see
The work is in progress
The stones and shingles,
reunite in the rolling concrete
separated from their mighty father
By exploding holes, filled with fire
The work is in progress
Machines still obey
The hands that push the lever
Bucket full of concrete
Pour out into preset mould
The work is in progress
Columns rise
The beams reach out
The skeletons are shaping up
Yet devoid of life
The work is in progress
The bricks and mortar combine
Walls rise to meet the roof
in these enclosed spaces
someone one will strive to live
The work is in progress
The plaster and paint
Hide the unruly bricks
pipes and cables, form the veins
the empty space light up bright
The work is in progress
The cubicles of existence pile up
Each a cauldron of another life
Doors filter the visitors
A cocooned story is being scripted
The work is in progress
The house is complete
Inhabitants fill the stark emptiness
With sounds, shapes and stories
Happiness and sorrows coexist
The work is in progress
A new foundation is dug
The blades cut through the soft skin
The wounds lay exposed
No cries of the earth is heard
The work is in progress
What are we building
What do we create
Is it a life being scripted
Or the end is in making
Either way
The work is in progress
My Tales Within 