Splendid Rainbow Flows..

Written for 3WW - A haiku

Rupture, Jackass, Splendid



In spite of warnings
that jackass ruptures baloon;
splendid rainbow flows...


RS:)

One Single Expression...

Prompt: Change

One Single Expression...


It's now here
and then, won't be there;
now and then,
we'll talk about it 
that's what we always do
don't we..


RS:)

He Wove His Stories Well....

He Wove His Stories Well....


Hey, do you really think
that he revisited his past
yes, he did ..not once
but many a time...
Because, wasn’t that the place
Where she met him last
under that rain
amidst the vegetation
where crows would gather
and their constant caw, caw
would make cells
of his body too
join the chorus
while he would quietly
witness his inner strength
getting eroded
with every passing moment
she would wonder
because he would not say
what she wanted to hear..
He wove his stories well
deeply rooted in his
self-created darkened
depths of fear and doubt
Yes, she always knew
that courage was a
scarce trait and
he was not bestowed with it
and then she did what she needed to
she moved ahead
staying rooted in some
vacant moments
wasn’t an option
when a beautiful life
beckoned her to meet
at least one courageous heart
on the way which appeared
littered with golden dreams
and she knew she will be
able to pick up one...

RS:)

Moisted Window Glass : Haiku

Written for

Rebecca's

Haiku My Heart

Moisted window glass;

lost, she scribbles his name

with her fingertip....

  

RS:)

Before I Pass a Judgment...

Apologize, Derelict, Medicate

Before I Pass a Judgment.


Eroded sensibilities, is it?
In spite of dereliction of duty
He refuses to apologise
And that makes me wonder
Has he been medicated
With some drug that would make
Any human shameless
A drug named “arrogance”
Or is it false pride
born out of ignorance
and I wonder
Won't I need to be empathetic
Before passing a judgment..


RS:)

I Started Looking At Her Through My Poems....

Written for







I Started Looking At Her Through My Poems...


Where was the time to think
Tears were slated to flow for the night
I thought I won't be able to 
repair the 'longing'
No key could open the door to
the darkened  rooms of my inner space
Ah, you think one could enter
through the windows
No, a strong mesh of illusions
never let anyone even consider the option 
Driven to embrace
a less than intersting life
I suddenly found a ray of hope
and I became a poet
that's when I started looking at her
through my poems
and lo! Life suddently found meaning
and became exceedingly lively
Darkened rooms too slowly started
getting illuminated one by one...
and I see the light all around me
Yes, today is beautiful
And tomorrow will be a lot better...


RS:)