My father turns 84. He celebrates the thousand full moons. He had a childhood dream of becoming a Mahout. He celebrates his 84th birthday with his wife who turns 75. AchuThe young MahoutIs all of 84 For this young heartThe ageIs just a mere score Bathed freshIn milky light of thousand moonsHe is up forContinue reading “Achu – The Mahout”
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Chocolate
Dark sinfully sweet Taste guides the mouth than hunger Mind eats chocolate
Heart of Stone #haiku
#haiku
Stones of the same rock
Earth tremble and QuakesThe mass shiftsThe muddy skin splits and cracksAnd then the boulder rolls Dislodged from its lofty heightsDown the hill it fallsSkipping over the slopesRacing to the valley below and then with that final leapIt lands near the gushing streamThe crash is loudShaking the earth even more Impact shatters the mighty rockNo longerContinue reading “Stones of the same rock”
White ducks of blue lake
Bags on the belt #haiku
#haiku #poetryindailylife
The Aisle seat
HumanityStacked in rowsSecured by beltsOn the assigned seatsSome paidSome free Moving as one massTo the common destinationConfinedIn the fixed spaceStatic insideSurging outside Cocooned in thoughtsEach one his ownTogether yet separatedin the cloudsSome remain strangersSome make friends Pilot steersOn the preset paththrough turbulent weatherThe hostess maintains calmSome sleepSome pray The wingsSpread wideSlicing through the airResponsive toContinue reading “The Aisle seat”
Stillness of the deep
In the lakeLaying placidLies buriedmeanings deep Calm on the surfaceLike a pretending mirrorReflecting the fakeHiding the truth beneath the inquisitive fingerScratches the surfaceIn a poke of inquiryPierces the flimsy sheath Ripples give awaythe illusionDistorting the unrealRevealing the truth we seek It’s not the blue skyOr the ochre of the woodsIt’s the flow of the waterAndContinue reading “Stillness of the deep”
In between the moments
Who decides,the next momentDoes it wait for meOr do I seek? When do I exitthe pastand enter the presentI wonder? If I do movefrom the pastto the present,what do I traverse? From the pastto the destinationThat is nowWhere do I exist? Does that journeyin betweengo without noticingAs if in a sleep? That state betweenthe thenContinue reading “In between the moments”
Possesion posses me (elfchen)
PossessionsMy belongingsCan’t let goThey posses me tooAttachment @wordcraftpoetry.com #elfchen
