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/ 

Ordinary turns extraordinary!

A shelled mollusk

small waves tip it to the shore

treasure lies inside.

Posted for Haiku Heights: 'Ordinary' 

http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/2012/06/148-ordinary.html

The Blessings

I have been given a special task

A task that would last

Last in its impression on my mind

Help me unwind the stupid thoughts

That my mind churns without a hold

Preparing a large bubble that waits to explode

And make me a little crybaby

That is hard to console.

So here is my new task

From the lady who loves watermelons

And basks from them her ultimate pleasure

The task at hand is to count my blessings

And pen them down, addressing.

So there you go watermelon lady

Besides my wonderful parents and brother

You get the spot for pestering me, for this one

But being my blessing

The count is fairly good

Coz under the hood is my caring sister

And my friends who understood

Understood my cribbing session

And still continue to put

There is more to my blessings

The words that I have been dressing

Into a poetic romantic attire

Where even New Hampshire could become a city embossed.

These words I have just uncovered

For humanity’s good

As they help me unwind

And lighter the wrath of my cribbing

That otherwise could be anything but enduring.

My blessings include

My wandering soul

That dreams to roam

In Rome, Paris

And some other exotic zones

And even if it could swan to those spaces

It could well imagine and draw wonderful traces

Well, when I count my blessing

I can never forget addressing

The romance I had

That made me mad and a mad romantic that I am

The love bloomed like a wild berry

And made me blossom and merry

Never leaving me like an empty hole.

As I count my blessings

I realize that I have been stressing for nothing

As all that I need is resting around me

Surrounding me

Except my blossomed love that has now withered.

Only In our dreams

Tonight I am awestruck

You may call me moonstruck

As the place that I travel tonight

The vision that I witness tonight

Is possible only in our dreams.

Captivated I am

As I glance

At the blemished beauty

Hovering in the dark sky

Floating amongst the cottony

Swarm of clouds

Lightening up the darkness all around.

The imagery so surreal

Transported me to the land, anonymous

And the vision flipped over.

Sky became the ocean

Where waves play a game

Setting amongst themselves a race

Determining who would first touch the finish line at shore

At the highest pace.

The play continues

The frolicking ripples

Carry their queen

To the land in slumber.

On a magic ball

Jaunts the queen fairy

Descending to the land

To put the creatures asleep,

And let them swim

To the land

That could exist

Only in our dreams.

For Carry on Tuesday- 158

Only in our Dreams..........

http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.in/2012/06/carry-on-tuesday-158.html

Kites

In the Blue infinite canvas, above us

Becoming a vision is an imagination

Of an artist too creative.

Painting another marvel

Adding to the artist’s repertoire

Are these playthings of the young ones.

Kites, the red, blue, yellow

Orange and golden

Reach out to million hearts

Soaring high in the basket of God

Adding colors to the sky

Are these messengers of happiness

Brings smile to the faces of the viewers

Imagining them to be colorful divers

In the ocean turned upside down.

These phenomenal playmates

Successfully employ the messages

The message of freedom in the universe

That has immersed itself in restrictions

The message of soaring high, free flying

Without any worries and sighs

The message to add colors to the blues.

The message that says

You have more vivid hues

To show to the world

While you shower the dew of happiness

And unearth the secret to radiate. 


http://dversepoets.com/2012/06/05/openlinknight-week-47/ 

Lock Haiku

Frenzied heart urges
To free forever, helpless
Words cheat, locked inside.

(Thanks to the amazing poets on Haiku Heights who helped me through this one, especially Leo, awalkinmyheart, vivinfrance and Tarun Mazumdar. I was probably using wrong source to calculate the syllables I used in my Haiku. But I guess this mistake made me realize how warm and generous each one of you are.  I was overwhelmed by the response. Thanks all... : ) )

for:http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in

Prompt 147- lock

Lock Haiku

Desperate heart urges

To let go forever, helpless

Words betray, words locked inside 

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Prompt 147- lock