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Thursday, August 23, 2012

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.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

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

Monday, August 13, 2012

Soul Haiku


Music and Lyrics
In concert, like you and me
Mesmerized souls  

Haiku Heights- Prompt Soul 

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Stars Haiku


The symbols of joy
Gleam through the mesh, mesmeric
Shine, inspire my soul.

Prompt 156-Stars