Home Haiku

A step outside, day begins

Adventures, dangers unleash, step in

Safe haven, its home.

They have Left Home

Thinking back of my early school days

It would always remind me of my mother’s scolding

When she tried to arise me from my folding

Never forgetting the pain of those wee hours

I still loathe the memories as they strike me now

But in the moments of morning agony

There was always hidden a beautiful story.

As I would wake up from my kip

I remember waking up to the repetitive notes.

The melodic rhythm collided in one

 And became a mesmeric symphony on its own

The purling and tweedles of those little beings

While they depart from their home to find some stuffing

Would always make me happy and make me weave a story.

As I listened to the harmony intently

While I get ready to leave my dwelling

I always wondered if I am too a little birdie

While my mother makes for a bigger one

And my father for the biggest of the nest?

But now it’s been long

Since those days are gone

I am no more a little birdie of our nest

And those sparrows don’t sing to me in this adult life’s recklessness

The home still remains there

But several members of our household

Have vanished constructing that hole

A hole in the memories, for I still crave to wake up to that enticing delightful score

That will never be repeated

To remind me of the beautiful memories of my childhood home.

The Pensive State of Pencil and Reckless Thoughts

You lay there motionless

My thoughts are a mess

What would you write?

What do you want to say?

You think too much

And I confess that I do the same.

You lay unstable

Lost in reverie

And I wonder

When will you be ready?

To become the mighty sword in my fingers

So that I can entwine you

And inscribe some of my thoughts which lingers.

Would you be coming alive tonight?

Or will stay dead as I put up a fight

A fight with you my friend! As you try to avoid

The several thoughts in my mind

Each one waiting to be vent out and unwind.

But which one will we pick

As we collaborate

To write another masterpiece.

But consensus between you and me is a rare affair

Are you my friend or enemy and is this warfare?

Let’s end this fight

And silly misunderstanding

Because together we can spill magic.

Your inscription and my wordings

They will give the world a piece to read

That will tell them a story

About how oneness and amity can be a way of peaceful living.

Darkness of the starry night

Lying underneath the starry sky 

Passerby must be wondering why

Pondering it to be an overtly romantic affair
But who would guess

That it’s just few last breaths of what we once reared

The romance, the truehearted unbendable love

Breathing in the last ounce of romantic air

The sweetness and affection that we once possessed

Lying here we think of the thoughts that would lay us off each other.

Now breathing out the air

We push aside the affection that resided in our space
Wishing for one last falling star

For one last wish
The wish to get over each other

 To strengthen us for what lies ahead of us in this

The passerby must be awe inspired

As they vision, the façade of something so admirable

For it appears that what we are sharing is like romantic odyssey

Lost in each other.

But would they ever guess this is the calm after the storm
When we clean up the distorted path

Preparing for the funeral of the ones who are dead
The dead count includes love, faith, trust and togetherness.

For they can’t reside with misunderstanding mistrust and confusion in this broken nest

The Bully-Yard

The timorous me

Could harm you any meekly

Then why do you feel so threatened?

Due to my presence

You hover and surround

I don’t wish to be around

I don’t wish to be seen

Or a witness a second when you pay heed

I am done with your jabs,

Your roughneck attacks

Poking, stabbing, choking and shoving

All of these are no more scaring me, infact

For this time I must stop being palled

And tell you to bring to a close

For if I let you run over this time

I shall never stand again

All it would take is loud Nah

And I must make an exit from your Bully-Yard.

For:http://poetryjaam.blogspot.in/2012/05/bully.html
Prompt: Bully

Slowly Poisoned Love

 I could sense it

As the storm advances in our direction

Bringing with it dirt and pollution of accusations

That would leave us wounded and muddy

Impairing any chances of ressurection

We were swirling in the whirlwind

Falling, approaching a slow death

Poisoned with the words

Sharp like blade’s edge

Gasping last few breaths

But failing unremittingly

Dying its fateful death

Which was hard to imagine

But inevitable, as I could now sense

For this time it took a turn, a random one

Spread out like a puzzle lay our emotions

And flummoxed are our senses

Laughing at us, making us wonder

And weeping at our plight, helplessness

Fury has befriended us

And love stands stranded

Watching us forget everythng good

And letting the bad occupy the space

That was once a posy of love poems

Here starts a cruel game

Where love tries to make space

But mistrust and lack of faith, slide it away

In a wretched way

Mocking at us and our efforts is disgrace

That we brought around coz’ of our weaknesses

The doomsday isnt too far

As the alienated love glares at us with hatred

And questions of its position

Dying several deaths is this pious feeling

Falling off the cliff slowly,

Facing obscurity what was once worshipped

Looking me in my face is this, love

But refusing to become suicidal

I hide myself and never confront it

Shame surfaces thwarting and displaying mockery

I was once your music

And you made for lyrics

Now I must rid myself of this feeling

And walk on my own

For there would be no lyrics

And it would be a sad instrumental

But the fall has taken place

And its time to stand up again

And take the turn that was never visited.  

In Love With Life

A  Marooned meadow

Freeflying butterflies

The sun radiates

In its brightest light

With surprisingly soothing flurry

And sparkling gemstones

That decorate the prairie

We hurry

And play the secret game that we play

In love with life I am

The sound of pouring water

A freeflowing cascade

And we sit gazing at the edge

Listening silently the story unsaid

Our hearts set a conversation in nature’s refuge

In love with life I am

Moonlit sky

Sparkling chimes raying the heavenly light

You and I side by side

Accomapnying us is some exotic wine

And you whisper

‘I want to make you mine’

I say

In Love with Life I am.  

For http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.in/

Prompt 222: In Love with Life

Joyful Haiku

Bright sunny morning

she comes and smile, momma

hello joyful new day.

 

Chirping birds, their songs 

brewing coffee and my friends

a joyful evening.

(I would Like to thank my friend, Tarun Mazumdar for teaching me this art so patiently and helping me with this one.)

The sleepyhead

I look at you wondering

To pull out that I haven’t yet written

Is it another love story?

Or is that also a mystery?

I hear the dogs barking outside

Making my heart pounding fast inside

I wonder why I feel so scared

Or is it just there?

Too many questions I am spilling out

Think like I am done for the day now

I better hit off my bed

Before I make this poem a big mess…….

Searching Eternal Joy

My heart often seeks

That one feeling, that little seed

That will bring to me

Eternal Joy

But on this ethereal exploration

A question often prompts intriguing my present notions

That what is joy?

Is it the eternity in the smile of your little brother

Who plays peak-a-boo making mischief and clutter?

Is it the hug of the loved one?

When you present them with that special complement

For their labours on the special task that they had meant.

Or is it that smile of your elder sister?

When she would know how you would miss her

On her departure to the house of her newlywed husband.

Could it be the twinkle in the eyes of a friend?

Who sees you after a long hiatus of some five days or less.

Could it be his excitement to share?

To vent out, to play around or to laugh on our despairs.

I often wonder if it could be the tears

Of the sister who has looked around for her little one for million years.

Could it be her heart swollen with joy?

For when she turns around this time

Her little one stands to play with her toy.

Or could the eternity of joy be collapsed

In that one moment

When your lover comes home

After a long thunderous storm.

Perfectly Together

The anti- love campaign girl that I was once

It changed all in seconds

For when you came across rivers

And entered my make believe world

Broke the illusion that I have been breathing

To give me the vision

That only love is the doorway to eternity of inspirational reality 

The lesson learnt hard

For I have been a stubborn student

But love played its magic and poured its wellness

It was that time when I flew like a free birdie

Coz I knew I had you to catch me

I dressed like a princess, glowed like a dancing firefly

Radiating in the apparel of happiness, love and merriment.

I knew you await my arrival

At every exit and entrance

With a desperate heart to glance at me

And whisper under your breath some words of cherish and reverence.

My life appears ideal

I picture us perfectly together for the rest

As you stand holding the sword of commanding chief

To take the tests 

But thanking you is my core

As eventually

I believed that love is all that anyone needs to succeed

Hands down experience speaks

About its pleasure, its purity I can’t measure

You and your love is my priceless treasure

Till the end of this lifetime and beyond, when we are perfectly together.

Perfectly Lonely Me

I share to the world

My status update, declaring

I am a Perfectly Lonely soul

And the other ones start to worry

Lonely as they ponder

The otherwise buoyant soul

Has turned into solitary mortal.

But my heart gloats

Insides roars

For I am the queen of my own

The lion of the jungle

Where there is too much hustle bustle

For I own my time and my life’s tune

For I am a perfectly lonely soul.

As Mayer says

I don’t belong to anyone, nobody belongs to me

My heart sings the same tune, incessantly

It aches,

But soothes in contentment of the imperfect perfection.  

The dear ones consoles  

But does it really fill the ruthlessly dug hole

Never leaving me sore

Is the state that perfects the painful lonely soul.

The time is mine at the moment

And I can freely unwind

Until the next time when the swirling whirlwind

Would occupy my life and that special space

And I will become perfectly together

Until that time I am perfectly lonely. 

   

(inspired by song Perfect Lonely by John Mayer)

The vacuous mystery

A puzzle of emotions I am

Jumbled up in my head

I am a riddle that is hard to figure

A puzzle a silly puzzle I have become

The absence makes me weep

And the presence makes my heart heavy

O’ Lord what agony

I wish to swim out

Feelings choke

But tears betray my soul

Inspiration has no light

And I fail to unwind

Gravity fails 

And my thoughts afloat in thin air

Touching the atmosphere of emptiness

Filled with thoughts abound

Tears drip down

Is it the sorrow?

Or just the emptiness filled up till brim of the cup.

The mystery has left me undone

Those sparkling eyes and malefic desires

Look at those sparkling eyes      

They are a storehouse of sunshine

They shine with life

Enwrapped in gripping innocence

Filled with purity like that of a lustrous gemstone

Their little souls are like the colourful butterflies

Who’d fly like angels of heaven above

Bringing life to the calm and tampered cores

But this beauty so divine, simply sublime

Is not free from the evil clutches

Don’t confuse the devil with the superficial ones

It’s very much real

Hiding in their kingdom oh-so-near to these little angels

Who are unknown to the approaching danger

As they harbour their hunger of sexual nature.

Winning the trust, devising a secret plan

Thereafter they attack

Attack the diminutive bodies

Ravaging their souls and mental faculties

The indelible imprint of the maltreatment could damage the dewy-eyed spirit of the child

Pushing them in the dark places

The little angelic heart that once brought smiles

Would now despair and be impaired

As they exploit their petite beings for the their lustful greed, disgusting

Starting from their paws and feet, exploring their entire innocent being

All they sought were some smiles and treats

But they are gifted with this loathsome mischief

Exploring the zones which these little minds may have never seen

Raping their existence and not only their bodies

Stop! Before it’s too late

These were those flowers that were to blossom in spring

But the gluttony of iniquity have withered these buds

Who may never see their season and rosiness

Because now it’s the winter that will prevail

For their minds have been clouded with the unpleasant haze

Look at those timid faces

They have been raped in the daylight and in lit up places

Pay heed to their silence

As they plea to stop this violence

Stop! For the sake of their smiles that brought life

All they deserve is the love of an elderly

Who would guide them through their dreams

But they, impaired with their disabled logic fail to render empathy

Feasting on the little bodies

They feel glee

Submerging themselves in the filthy thoughts and desires

They victimise these minors and disagree to their pleas

Ignoring their sparkling eyes that scream inside to cease

Making these disgusting acts their reality

Crushing their innocence and quietening their child-like desires

Stoically standing as the evil feeds

And stagger their beliefs and puerility.  

(A story of a child victimized to the brutality of the sexual nature usually by a known one)

http://dversepoets.com/

Riotous Monster or Monstrous Riot

Wake up 

Can’t you hear?

The screams and screeches of the souls outside

The souls that have been marred for their belief

Their pious belief in just and goodness

For the fight they waged to achieve

Only to see that they are nothing but just an airy certainty.

Look outside your majestic palace

The numerous lives have been made meaningless

With a treacherous plan

And all that is left are splashes of blood

Blending with dirt, searing the scathed skin

Like it’s a flame of fire aiding the desire

The desire of the evil to make them pay for their impractical belief

The blood soaked cadavers of the once-filled-with-conviction souls

They lay naked in thunderstorm and the dust covers that was once whole

Breathing through it are their dying cores that are raped of their faith and certitude.

The cuts and scars burns like it is seething hot coal tar

Starting from the toes burning every inch into coal

Falling to pieces is not their body but their soul

It was once built into whole with humanness so pure.

But the only escape from this infliction is to shed

As it falls apart into nothing but a dozen of ash

Which will be washed off with some tears of blood, spit, venom and aftermath.

Peeling off is their humanity

And emerging on is the underlying demon of vengeance

It stares

Stares at the rapists of their beliefs and dares

Who made them pay, for now they must repay

For they once were the believer of goodness

But now they must avenge

Because it is eye for an eye

And riot for the riot

So they must attack

But don’t forget its vicious circle that they would create.