It Grew Newer Wings..

Written for

Prompt: Absent

It Grew Newer Wings..

Absent-minded I;

had left my spirit there where

it was trampled with..

It was trampled with;

Thank God it grew newer wings

to return to me..

To return to me

happier and glowing purer;

what else I need

What else I need;

attracting happier spirits

like yours gives me joy..

RS:)

Will She Be Herself?

September 30, 2012

Prompt: Free

( Thank God, it's free)

Will She Be Herself?

She is a daughter

a sister, a wife , a mother;

will she be herself

Will she be herself

she has often wondered;

silent skies listen

Silent skies listen

ah, whenever she looks up;

no, free answers fall

No free answers fall;

she continues to strive, ah

'She' of my haiku…

RS:)

My ode to women culminates with the prompt

from Rachana..whose name translates into 'Creation'

Hope Creation finds my final Ode to 'She'..worthy..

 

THANK YOU …..LEO

Her Heart A Battlefield..

September 29, 2012 Prompt: Battlefield

Her Heart A Battlefield..

Work and life;

battle between her

mind and soul

mind and soul;

Everyday battles rage

in her heart

Her heart;

a bleeding

battlefield

Battlefield;

shine and glow and smile

tiny footprints

Tiny footprints;

no more battles , no

battlefield

No Battlefield;

little hearts now dwell in

her happy heart..

RS:)

It was a battle of my nerves..have I succeeded in saying
what I want to...do let me know...your love encourages.

She Waltzes Through Life..

Written for Haiku Heights

September 28, 2012 Prompt: Waltz

She Waltzes Through Life..

Shadow lengthens not;

yes, walking on a tight rope

she waltzes through life

She waltzes through life;

sun, moon, stars, trees and flowers

fail to catch her rhythm

Fail to catch her rhythm;

 a wife and a mother too,

she waltzes through life..

RS:)

Her Glowing Footprints..

September 27, 2012 Prompt: Footprints

Her Glowing Footprints..

Some happy, some sad

some wondering, some laughing;

her glowing footprints..

Her glowing footprints

tell tales of life well lived;

gleaming eyes reflect

Gleaming eyes reflect,

my mom smiles in her photo;

footprints on my heart..

RS:)

Dreams Become Water...

September 26 Paper Boat

Dreams Become Water...

Streams flow from her eyes;

oh, she floats a  paper boat

loaded with her dreams

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Loaded with her dreams

the paper boat sinks slowly;

dreams become water

 

RS:)