There Were No Him, Her, Them...

First, A Haiku...

She breaks that big stone

into many small pebbles;

myth quietly dilutes

 

 

***

and now the Poem..for prompt Myth..

 

There Were No Him, Her, Them..

 

 

Many years went by

As I continued to blame

Him, her, them

For all that went haywire

But then you know

Myths have this peculiar destiny

They break quietly

I saw them breaking 

When I slipped and fell

Inside my own darkened depths

In some inexplainable moments

For the first time

I met myself and knew

There were no Him, her , them

It was all about 'Me..'

Oh, have I missed telling you, that

When myths break

The silent sound gives

Birth to light as

Darkness whithers away...

 

 

 

RS:)

 

 

Written for

Sunday's One Single Impression: Myth

Saturday's Haiku Heights: Stone

Shared first with

Friday's Haiku My Heart..

I Was Indeed Successful..

Badge, Darken, Liability


I Was Indeed Successful..

Yes, I had earned it
My Award of Merit
And received a badge
In a glittering function
I was happy and
Celebrated too
At that time I didn't know
That I had been burdened
With a liability
As everyone around
Started noticing and expecting
From me a lot more, much more
Glint in eyes would
Turn into darkened faces
Such compelling transformation
Could happen due to one single
Powerful emotion - Envy...
Another kind of a badge
Which could only be felt
Yet spoke far louder, that
I was indeed successful...


***

A Haiku.

Darkened faces;
my badge of honour becomes
my liability


RS:)

Change: A Haiku..

 

 

 

 

Prompt: Change

 

 

 

Empty walls of mind;

I draw your smiling faces

for a happy change

**

Some coins shine there
on his little harder palm;
I give a smile

 

 

RS:)

Healthy and Weak... Haiku

May 25 , 2013 Saturday

Written for Haiku Heights - Saturday, OSI - Sunday

Shared with Haiku My Heart -Friday

 

 

Prompt: Health..

 

 

 

Morning Sun's first rays

write happiness on her face;

her healthy breakfast

 

 

***

 

 

Prompt: Weak

 

 

Her healthy breakfast;

no more  weak appetite,

she loves sunrise dish

 

 

RS:


Haiku My Heart

Shadow - A Haiku..

May 23, 2013

Prompt: Betrayal

Shared with

 

 

 

 

 

Glorious sun shines,

and he looks for his shadow;

she is not around

 

 

 

RS:)

 

Flames Leap On the Finishing Line..

Clever, Silky , Finish...



Flames Leap On the Finishing Line..


Ah, a clever ploy
of very sweet talks;
silky tone,
shining words,
a comforting web
of  deceit & lies
helps one win
shorter races of life;
when comes the last
flames leap
on the finishing line
as the web so well crafted 
dances in front of the eyes
and one  finds one's
soul entangled
in that very silky thread...
Ah, God listens to intentions
and not the words alone...


RS:)
 

Dry Leaf Cracks

Written for OSI

 

 

 

Prompt: Flow..

Three Haiku...

 

 

 My thoughts flow

in rhythmic silence;

morning breeze

 

***

 

Morning breeze

makes her long hair flow;

dry leaf cracks

 

***

 

Dry leaf crack

she passes by, quiet;

my thoughts flow

 

 

RS:)

 

 Shared with

Bridge Shines Afar : Haiku

Prompt : Egg / Bridge

Haiku One ( Egg)

Traffic chaos, that;

in the middle of bridge,

a hen lays her eggs

 

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Haiku Two ( Bridge)

 

Ah, another turn

and I walk on singing life;

bridge shines afar

 

RS:)

 

 

Shared with

Haiku My Heart..

 

 

Awareness Can Happen In A Moment

 

Helpless;adjective: Unable to defend oneself or to act without help.

 

Trample;verb: Tread on or crush; treat with contempt; noun:

An act or the sound of trampling.

 

Vigilant;adjective: Keeping careful watch for possible danger of difficulties;

watchful, observant and attentive.

 

Awareness Can Happen In A Moment

 

 

Now I am alert and vigilant,

I am no more helpless

Will not let anyone trample

With my spirit any more

I am no more confused

Who would fail to see behind the

Thin wall of illusion..

Doesn't matter who you are

A master of deceit

Or a repenting seer

Because now it is not

What you think of me

But it is now

What I think of myself

Such a little shift 

and lo, how the years flew

I learnt that

Awarness can happen

In a moment

Or it may take eons

One needs to be always vigilant

For one doesn't know

How and where

Will the lesson spill..

 

 

RS:)

 

 

 

And Stories All Spill...Haiku

Written for Haiku My Heart Friday 

& Haiku Heigts Saturday
One Single Impression Sunday..

 

 

 

 

Yesterday I was in an early morning flight to Chennai

on a window seat opening towards East..and I knew what awaited me....

 

 

Ah, special morning

as I float above the clouds;

glorious sun-rise

 

glorious sunrise;

rolls of  cotton clouds try to

hold sharper sun-beams

 

Hold sharper sunbeams;

a golden line quietly cuts

heaven from the Earth

 

***

 

 

 

Prompt: Story

 

 

And Stories All Spill.. 

 

 

Her bright masked face

does not tell  any stories;

wrinkles hide inside

 

Wrinkles hide inside;

a look at him, cracks apppear

and stories all spill..

***

Prompt: Rekindle


Morning Sun
rekindles my spirits;
I go on..

I go on;
life presents pleasant
surprises..


RS:)

Some Men Do Speak Truth..

Prompt: Daredevil


A question hits me
why does only devil dare;
some men do speak truth

Some men do speak truth,
leading a lonely life;
dare-seers of a kind..


**


Breaking stones
under scortching sun;
daredevil she..


RS:)

 

Ah, It's So Difficult to Grow-up..

Written for
One Single Impression

Prompt: Feelings

 

Ah, It's So Difficult to Grow-up..
 

 

Your feelings are hurt

She didn’t give you her morning smile

Ah, now you remember

Hadn’t you stolen her smile?

By hurting her feelings

Comparing her with someone

From your past, last night…

Unknowingly..

Ah, it is so difficult to grow up..

 

 

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Will the Things Change?


Oh, I fell and
My hand got hurt
You didn’t yell,
Didn’t bother
And that hurt my feelings
Unknowingly
I have given you
So much power over me
Ah, now that I know it
Will the things change?


RS:)

As I Stand Silent..

 

Haiku My Heart

 

 

 

As I Stand Silent..

 

Divine sound

awaken my soul;

water-fall

 

Water-fall

in garden's corner;

wet rocks shine

 

Wet rocks shine

under summer's sun;

morning smiles

 

Morning smiles

as I stand silent;

divine sound

 

 

RS:)

 

A Tribute and a Confession..

Penitent, Believe, Tribute..

A Tribute and a Confession

My tribute to those
who created language...
I believe
If he handn't known
the word 'Penitent'
He would never have
Learnt what exactly
Confession meant
and how did 'soul' feel
Lighter afterwards...
Wish he had also known
the meaning of being
'Kind-hearted'...
A simpler word that
Some lives would still be smiling..

RS:)

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