GLORY OF THE SUN

As I open my eyes

I see the dazzling cerulean sky

Filling my existence with the divine light.

I turn back

Only to watch you look at me

With affection, like I was a child

While I let the sun invigorate me

With its radiating lights.

I turn back

Only to watch you

Relish the moment that I enjoy

Basking in the sunshine to my sheer delight

As I let the sun takes away all my sorrows and sad times.

I turn back

Only to watch you

Standing there to catch me

When I fall flat

When the night rise

And winter subsides, the glory of the sun.

Sing to me Romeo!

The pensive mode of my mind

Wishes to hear a sweet lullaby

Oh darling! Romeo

Sing to me, sing to me

Under the moonlit sky.

I wait for you on the patio

To hear the symphony you play

Accompanied with lyrical grace

Oh darling! Romeo

Sing to me, sing to me

Under the moonlit sky.

Let me drown in your soft melodies

That will make me believe

In the life beyond tragedies

And sorrowful days.

The days where life ceases to exist

For all that we do is race

Leaving behind our souls those crave

For that gleaming smile

And love that could make our day.

Oh darling! Romeo,

Sing to me, sing to me

For I still want to feel the sweet pain

The pain of falling in love

But only this time, not to fail, ever.

Let me lie under

Let me lie under

Lay under your sheen

Follow you, as you saunter

Through the meshed screen

Let me lie under

Lay under your sparkle

As you illuminate the night sky

With your charm and glow

Let me lie under

Lay under you

As you shelter me with an invisible blanket

And warm me up for the night,

So lonely…….. 

Two lonely friends

Oh! The king of the night sky

You seem lonely,

Aloof without your companions

The swarm of clouds.

Just the way you drift away in a gentle sway

My lonely heart too,

Tonight swiftly flows

To the tune of a loner’s heart

Sitting alone wondering

That we both are alone, but together in this hour

So while you hover in the sky

Accompany me to write some lines

For you are my friend tonight

And we shall not leave each other’s side

In this lonely plight.  

Relentless craving

The gleaming sky

Bejeweled with the twilight highlights

Watch over us.

As we steal those glimpses

Underneath which we hide

Our cravings to be by each other’s side.

We lay down on the juicy grass

Watching the sun pass

Waiting for the jewels of night to show

Unravel their magic on a night that flows

With the wind of love

Whispering in our ears

The music yet to become

A song of us.

As the moon shows up

And the night sky sets in

The two  of us become alert

To the sigh of each other’s heart.

The fingers entwine  

Filling the spaces designed to be thine

Just when the hearts start to hum

A symphony that beckons the lover, closer.

Her face under the moonlight

Reminds him of a beauty of a meadow faraway

Filled with flowers of the most beautiful kind.

His glimmering eyes under the moonlit sky

Tells her the stories from the world beyond the oceans, sublime. 

Light up the sky

The dreary sky blankets the life

On a night that is everything but illuminating the skies

The stars seemed to have absorbed in the thickness of dark

And the moon hangs all by itself, just half

My heart pounds fast

Reminiscing the days when happiness was my hearts charm.

Now the days have gone and only dullness surrounds

Engulfed in dark clouds

I look out for the lanterns

That will lit up my heart and the dark skies

Make the sky illume like a silver ocean on the starry night,

Accompany the jewel and enliven the night life. 

The Nightmare that I am living

I wake up with a smile

And it strikes me hard

In my face

Gets me hurt and mentally displaced

It’s a nightmare that I am living these days

Looks me in the eye

Every night and day

Hits me hard

Reminding me its not your way

You live life

Their way

There is no peace that exists

The sleep that shrinks

In between day of torment

And night of torture

There is no rest

No breathing space

Plain humiliation to your humble existence.

Divine haiku

Your aura surrounds

Suffused me, like twilight sky

This love is divine.

haiku heights: prompt 170

Gloss Haiku

Glossy it appeared

the veil uplifts, truth surface

deadened it lies there

haiku heights-prompt 168

Drawbridge haiku

Bountiful bridges rests
there, between the moon and me
a dream hard to reach

Posted for: Haiku Heights

On your wedding day

In the midst of all the flurry
while we prepare your extravagant departure

Defining and abiding by the mores of a typical Indian wedding affair
often a heart of the father weeps,

For not being able to see his little princess who walked around the home

In her pink frock with panache and pride carrying in her toy basket, now everyday of the week
watching her grow tall n pretty for a stranger to come by and take her away through ceremonies all glitzy

It often makes him sigh under his breath as he muses over the past

Every time she hopped in his arms.

A mother who watched you laugh

Who watched you cry

Who became the secret-miss-know-it-all of your life

Who knew your secrets no matter how hard you tried to conceal

She still vows to never reveal and love you despite your mischief.

Her heart often gasps for a breath that would envelope

all that she had of you and your memories

the smile, the tears, the excitement and your fears.

She wishes to store it all in her cradle of your memories.

Often the heart of your younger brother speaks of exhilaration on the prospect of your wedding ceremony

Oblivious to the fact that he would have to give away his secret fairy

Who granted all his wishes without making any demands.

A heart of a younger sister seeks for a friend throughout the winter

To cover her with warmth when the sun goes down

and loneliness descends all around,

You did it all these years

Rendering her a pillow made of hopes of a new dawn.

But now her heart often swells up with emotions

The thoughts of letting you go

Only to walk up in an empty bedroom

To sleep alone in the dark

Without having you around to have the last chat before the dawn.

Now you would build up a new home,

A home that will be your new family and more

But we wish for you all the love in the world

For you would always be your father’s little princess,

Your mother’s pretty girl, your brother’s secret fairy

And your sister’s star in the entire galaxy.

The waiting

As the pen awaits
the blank page stares
back at me
to spill out the bottled up
to extract what is waiting up
for me to realize 
the sacredness
the feeling to sense the sanctity
of the practice that sets off healing 
of the mind and soul,
Purgation is still concealing 
as my pen awaits 
and the blank page stares
back at me. 

Posted at: Open link night week 58

Soul Haiku

Music and Lyrics

In concert, like you and me

Mesmerized souls  

Haiku Heights- Prompt Soul 

Stars Haiku

The symbols of joy

Gleam through the mesh, mesmeric

Shine, inspire my soul.

Prompt 156-Stars

haiku heights

Silhouettes of the past

Dim moonlight

Spreads over the objects of night

Giving rise to silhouettes in dark

Giving rise to memories in the backyard

Of our conscious

The silhouettes dance to the tunes of wind

Memories play a mystical flute,

 Setting me adrift

Letting me in to the doors of yesteryears

Where we stood together watching the wind blow

The silhouettes of the trees reminds me of larks

As they sing a symphony to embellish the moments

Till they last

My soul set afloat in the memories like a golden door

To the times that must pass

Letting them go shall be the next task

The golden gate must close

And these silhouettes must speak of stories that hurt less.  

On receiving Liebster Blog Award

This is a sheer surprise! To become a recipient of LIEBSTER BLOG award is as exciting as writing a new piece that brings smiles to many faces you know. It’s like finding a blooming flower in the corner of your garden in the autumn season when all the trees are shedding down. I am all smiles. 

Thanks a lot Vaishali Jain for letting me experience this joy. Not to old at writing and blogging this award is definitely a motivation.

But I must follow certain rules as specified by Vaishali:

· If you are tagged/nominated, you have to post 11 facts about yourself.

· Then you answer the 11 questions the tagger has given you & make 11 questions for the people you are going to tag.

· Tag 11 more Bloggers.

· Tell the people you tagged that you did.

· No tagging back.

· the person you tag must have less than 200 followers. 

Following the very first rule, here are 11 facts about me:

I am in love with Jason Mraz.

I am most happy when surrounded by nature.

I hate pickles, especially the smell and the look. I loathe pickle more than anything in this world.

I love to boss people around especially my younger brother.

I love A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini and can read it over and over again.

My favorite genre of poetry is Nature Poetry. I am such a nature’s child.

When I write a new composition I feel like I have experienced purgation.

I believe in love so ardently and have also been in love.

If genie had to grant me a wish I would ask for Adele’s voice and would love to become a singer with a voice so poignant.

My two amazing poet friends have inspired me to become a poet and do better every day.

I love Harry Potter series and would love to escape to Hogwarts, only if it0 was real.   

Answers to the 11 questions given by Vaishali Jain.

1. Checkered blue n white or black?

A.Checkered blue and white.

2.Curtains or no Curtains?

A.No curtains as I would love to view my surroundings.

3.Hardcover, Paperback or ebooks?

A.Hardcover for sure.

4.What’s your ambience while writing?

A.It usually is my room where I am mostly drowning in the imagination that I am penning down.

5.Do you plan to publish a novel?

A.Indeed I do want to publish a novel.

6.Do you like to make a gift for your loved one or do you rather buy?

A.I used to love making them when I was in college but now with work and more in life I would rather buy a thoughtful goodie that my beloved has been longing to have but couldn’t for a reason or two.

7.Which is the most beautiful color according to you?

A.The most beautiful color according to me is peach. It’s soft, feminine, classy and graceful.

8.What’s your mantra in life?

A.Create something in your life as it shall unleash the hidden and provide immense joy.

9.Have you ever thought of becoming a soldier in your life?

A.Yes, I have.

10.Do you have stage fear?

A.Yes! I do. A terrible one.

11.Mickey Mouse/ Aladin/ Duck Tales’ or Shin Chan/ Doremon/ Kitrestsu?

A.Aladin for sure, as I would love to become Jasmine.

11 Questions for me:

Which is that one where you want to be at the moment?

Which is your favorite composition of yours? 

Travelling or writing or both?

What are your emotions on receiving this award?

What is your favorite subject to writer poetry on?

What shall be my next question?

What does writing/poetry means to you?

What is your favorite season?

What is your favorite book?

Would you ever want to get lost in an exotic jungle?

The one discovery/invention inspires you?

11 incredible bloggers to watch out for:

1. Shikha Gautam 
2. Tarun Mazumdar
3. Jaideep
4. Tarang Sinha
5. Pranita
6. Maharukh
7. awalkinmyheart
8. Susan Daniels
9. Diana Teneva
10. ND Mitchell
11. Blossom Vydrina

Keep Creating and Inspiring people.....

Wh

W

In the lap of nature

When I look back in time

The ticking clock reminds

Reminds me of the number of hours that have passed

Since I ever came closest to the clouds that house in the stars

And spill magic in disguise on earth so far.

With my dearest friends

And two of my beloved sisters

I undertook the journey

That would take me to a place, heavenly.

The trip surfaced after great delays

With lots of obstacles

That remained unmoved in our ways.

But never getting discouraged

We made our way.

Routing the path to the place

That will let us touch the vault of heaven.

Leaving behind the plains

Which are far from nature’s grace

We enter the place where God has bestowed

Mankind with its abundant love and treasure, innate.  

We find ourselves standing in between the tall hills

Which are covered with cottony clouds

Imperfect in size and shape

Like something went wrong in their textile mill.

As they float like a feather

Touching the cap of the mountain

It makes me wonder

Am I the fairy that could swim across the heaven

Sitting on these cherubs like feathers?

The abounding tree on all our sides

Leave us mesmerized in the lushness

That god has endowed.

With singsongs of the birds and monkeys

The nature’s whole becomes one

As my friends  and I witness

The nature’s hub.

It is here,

Where our souls find much sought after peace

For we have arrived in the lap of heavenly dream.

Our hearts gloat for we have found the keys

To unlock the door to the land

Like a dream

Where nature speaks

And paradise it is.

Ode to the recent trip to Shimla and Kasauli.

First Haiku

Your first breath in world

My spring has arrived, with you

Till eternity.

(Dedicated to the feeling of motherhood.)

Posted on Haiku Heights: Prompt- First

http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/2012/07/153-first.html

I listen to the silence- Haiku

Watching the moon swim

I listen to the silence

Hush, moon dives in clouds   

For carry on Tuesday: Prompt- I listen to the silence

 http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.in/

True Haiku

Scorching sun, burnt me

Clouds arrive, respite in store

That’s my heart bleeding.

For prompt: True 

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A Dream

Sunrays permeates atop mounts

Sparkles, elves, water cascades swooshing down

You and I,

Heaven unfolds.

Unrequited love for you

When I was young and free

I caught myself in a spree

An indulgence that will never set my soul free

Laying underneath a beautiful tree

My heart filled with glee

For I had found my king of whom I was to become a queen

Every day I would lie under that tree

Trying to count the leaves

But I failed miserably

I never felt any guilty

For the number of leaves

Denoted the number of years

That I would love you for and would have loved for

And that would be some millions hanging through the sprigs

Years passed and the tree became stronger

While the little birdies hid in there to sleep

My spring became autumn and autumn changed to winter

While I laid and counted the leaves hanging from the sprigs

I could never make you see it

I could never make you believe it

I could never make you feel it

For in my dreams all these years

I became your queen

But you never became my king.

Your Pathetic Existence

You wake up at the time

While stars are still singing to the moon

So that you can complete your chores with your tools

And avoid the stinging of the devil in your home.

For that’s the urgency

For that’s the agenda

Incase it’s not fulfilled then you must hear the trumpet

The trumpet so loud and obnoxious playing in your ears

That it would slaughter your spirit deep within

Leaving you with an eccentric hole.

The hole that has been dug

By extracting the essence of your existence

And it now speaks of your pathetic existence

The visitor reminds you of your pathetic endurance.

He visits your bedroom

And more often visits your body for pleasure

Seeking solace after the day’s pressure

When you look at him, the cheap glint in those eyes

Rather than reminding you of your safety and love

It reminds you your pathetic existence

You are reminded of your pathetic endurance

You are reminded of the vows that you took together

Of collective and happy subsistence

For when you thought you were his muse

Instead you were his object to use, for his pleasure

A punching bag for his vent out

When you thought he’d whisper you love notes

To your surprise those were pungent words

When you thought he’d caress you for nothing

It was his anger and beating displacing the nothing

Which left you bleeding, which left you sore

To the core, which pores out every hope.

Each time when you were bathing in his wrath

And giving your best to be his punching bag

Each and every second of these moments

He reminded you of your pathetic existence.

 ( the cases of domestic violence)

Support haiku

Pirouetting on
A bloom blushes on a twig 
Clematis for you.

(Clematis is a climber plant with beautiful flowers)

For Haiku Heights Prompt: Support

http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/2012/06/150-support.html

Is there anybody there?

When I begin with my day

Making my way through the subway

I often wonder

And I often ponder

That all the hard work that I have to offer

Will it ever make any difference when I depart to my coffer

Is there anybody there, watching my ways?

When I etch my hands towards the sky

And smile to the guiding light

While I say my prayers and submit to the universe’s plan

I often wonder

I often ponder

And more often I put my faith in its entirety

To believe that yes! there is somebody there

Who is watching my ways

For he would get me to the bay

That will lead me to the heaven's door at the end of the day.

Posted on: http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.in/2012/06/sorry-been-around-much-during-past-week.html

Prompt: 160, is there anybody there?

A blissful twilight

Springing over above are the chirping birds

Mesmerising me are the shades of twilight

Blue mixes with orange and the magic unreels

Cool, gentle wind toss back my hair

To whisper a sweet melody that is not yet revealed

I immerse myself in the music composed by the wind and the birdies chirping

And I miss the tune of John Mayer’s music

The melodic phrases that he sings to my plight

And says all we ever do is say is goodbye.

The mellowing sun peeks while settling behind the clouds

Forming their own pictures and stories

Creating mysteries and riddles for our reverie

My mind starts to speak to them

Questioning about the secrets, complexes and compounds of their tales

Lushness of green sprigs shelters the creatures of feathers under their shades

And beauty descends and beauty surrounds

What starts to intrigue me is what lies within, deep inside.

I try and sense, read and introspect

I feel nothing

Oh what bliss, all that I can take into account

Birdies queue up and bid me goodnight

And wind swirls me in magic abound

Emptying my mind it fills me with nothing

And when I think of it, it’s Lovely

The trees start to dance oh-so-mystic

Seems like there is a band that has choreographed it

Oh what beauty! I must insist

Oh what beauty! I must insist

Nature and nothingness

What bliss.

http://dversepoets.com/2012/06/19/open-link-night-week-49/