Saturday, August 31, 2013

My 800th Post and a Haiku



MY 800TH POST...
To celebrate and mark this occcasion on this first day of September Challenge of Haiku Heights I write my 800th post with a fresh haiku..I also post the milestone posts on the journey each of which had a Haiku too...I would start these posts by changing the sequence a little which only would show my deep regards for the one who helped me initiate my Haiku Journey...

Well here we go:

First my post for September Challenge..

Frogs jump out
of my eyes;


No eyelocks
a pair of frogs sits
on her palm


My 600th Post July 13, 2012

My six hundredth post
I think of my first haiku,
first haiku teacher

First haiku teacher-
Leo of loving haiku heights;
where nature dances

My first haiku......
This haiku was written with Leo's guidance on syllables..

Colourful fields;
Flowers chase butterflies
Trees around laugh


Special on Haiku Heights...where they were born..

Trees around laugh
visible footprints of lovers,
Eleph and the Ant..

Eleph and Ant
rest in cosy environs
seven seas away...

Dance of Nature..

Dance of nature
as I remember first friend
my darling mother

My darling mother
and unconditional love;
Gods rain blessings

Gods rain blessings
I am quietly waiting for
rain drops to fall

Rain drops to fall
ah, child in me has kept a
paper boat ready..

Paper boat , rainbows
butterflies, Moon, flowers;
all my favourites

All my favourites;
friends from hundred countries bless
My six hundredth post..
My 100th Post... August 22, 2010

Pen proposed to Pencil
She blushed, but why did
Paper turn pink

Answer to why?

Pen proposed to Pencil,
Paper thought, 'twas for him
So, turned pink..


When I was a child, I’d often be
Curious to know what happens next
So while choosing to read I’d find
The Mystery Books among the best

Then adolescence saw me concentrating
On my behavior and the looks
Eyes would wander in search of magic
I was keen on reading Romantic Books

While crossing thro’ the last of teens
As gifts from a childhood friend, I read
Ayn Rand’s epics The Atlas Shrugged
And timeless classic The Fountainhead.

20s & the 30s saw me as a grown-up
Who was searching for happier ways to live
That’s when I found myself relishing
The books that taught me to be ‘Positive’

Into the 40s and life led me towards
Finding meaning of life itself
Bend of mind pensive and philosophical
Lo! Books on philosophy filled my shelf

Now entering 50s, I find Blogging
Bringing about some kind of revolution
Sharing thoughts with discerning minds
Resulting into my humanistic evolution

Don’t know which way it’s headed now
But I may find true meaning of ‘Living’
Constant efforts may shift my focus
From ‘Taking’ to unconditional ‘Giving’

Would love to fulfill just one longing
No, no, it’s not about money or fame
But among the myriad books in shelves
There should be some bearing my Name

My 200th POST Feb 05, 2011

A cascade of Haiku

I Sit on a Rock, Moon Walks on Clouds...

I sit on a rock
Feet don’t reach water below
Lo! Waves jump to touch..

Lo! Waves jump to touch..
I feel sprinkles on my soul
Setting Sun smiles

Setting Sun smiles
Telling me to sink with it, ah,
I come out of depths

I come out of depths
Restless eyes look for heights
Mind jumps on the chance

Mind jumps on the chance
Let’s pride walk in quietly
Humility knows

Humility knows
She holds the heart tightly,
Heart beats soft and strong

Heart beats soft and strong
Keeps arrogance at bay
I detach myself

I detach myself
Pride melts, arrogance faints
Humility stays

Humility stays
Setting Sun beckons again
Dancing waves gleam gold

Dancing waves gleam gold
Sea of feelings settle, and
Moon walks on clouds

Moon walks on clouds
Softness soothes my soul ‘n mind
Moonbeam’s gentle touch

Moonbeam’s gentle touch
Happiness spills from my eyes
Stars roll down the cheeks

Stars roll down the cheeks
Moon, clouds and sea merge
God, let the dream stay

God let the dream stay
Fluttering wings of thoughts
I sit on a rock

MY 300TH POST.. July 09, 2011
Wow, good to see you
Blessing my three hundredth, hey,
My respect and thanks..

World May Never See Another Epic..

Winds respected and carried with them
Myriad tales of travelers told by trees
And words spread slowly
Turning them into intriguing stories

Stories then got quietly whispered
In many of more than willing ears
Discerning minds with their imaginations
Kept on adding narration over the years

Years saw them getting transformed into
Epics of thousands and thousands of pages
Embellished by discerning souls on the way
Original authors from among ancient sages

Sages who spent years and years
Evolving into wisdom’s glowing rays
Spreading light, blessing humanity
One can’t find them around today

Today’s winds also don’t carry any tales
For none shares with trees things specific
It’s indeed a matter of grave concern
That world may never see another Epic..

Epic is a careful recording of journeys
Of lives undertaken by a few souls blessed
Wonder if one records one’s own life
With all ups & downs, could it be an Epic, yes..

Yes, but for that let one first win one’s own mind
And become as responsible as ancient kings
As brave as soldiers who conquered the evil
Then only the tales will be carried by winds…

My 400th Post November 13, 2011

And a breathing Haiku...

So many footprints
Of loving souls , like flowers
Blooming in my heart...

My 500th Post, March 17, 2012

Five hundredth post, this!
shine together in my words
tears of joy and pain

Tears of joy and pain;
filled with your love and support,
I stand overwhelmed…

I stand overwhelmed
amidst these frozen moments;
both sun and moon shine

Both sun and moon shine
as earth takes another turn
I keep my balance..

I keep my balance
holding on to a moonbeam;
a small miracle, that!!

A small miracle that
words keep raining from skies
they grow on trees too

they grow on trees too
and many stem from your smiles
morning’s happy gifts

Morning's happy gifts
I find some hidden around
in fragrant flowers

In fragrant flowers;
butterflies too bring along
few fluttering words

Few fluttering words
I weave them all together
in haiku and poems

In haiku and poems
in each word , each sentence
I live happily…

I live happily;
blue and green meet quietly in
this beautiful space

This beautiful space
home for all my unbaked dreams;
I meet all of you ..

I meet all of you …
as my heart shouts out loud
hey, thank you, thank God!!

My 700th Post February 16, 2013..


Love Compromises
She embroiders
my initials on my shirt;
her love radiates

Her love radiates
making my tea also sweet;
No sugar add-ons

No sugar add-ons;
she allows me cookies as
love compromises

Love compromises
by giving more, seeking less;
a happier life, that

A happier life, that
When I read or write haiku ,
she embroiders..

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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Bats Are Fast Asleep...

My Post no.. 799...

for Haiku Heights Prompt: Bat

Shared with Haiku My Heart..

No more Morning song
as she walks through the tall trees;
bats are fast asleep


Smile Glows Through His Whole Being


fierce, filters, keep, enough, pieces, train,
cries, gusting, bitter, springs, south, out

Smile Glows Through His Whole Being

In spite of enough filters placed
Couldn’t help unnecessary
Pieces of information
Seep through and make
The train of his thoughts
Gusting at full speed
Jump tracks as the springs
In his mind get loosened up…
A fierce battle with his own self
Ensued bringing him face to face
With a bitter truth that
Made him realize his folly
The muffed sound of his cries
Meant to be picked up by the winds
Travelling north was carried
By those travelling south
But then it happens, isn’t it….
Time to tell about that one
Bitter truth which stemmed
As a deep realization
That his life was weaved by
The thread of his own choices…
His cries and tears washed off the dirt
And today his smile glows
Through his whole being….


Friday, August 23, 2013

Footprints - A Haiku..

Written for Haiku My Heart
Shared with Haiku Heights

rough road; lost,
she looks at gleaming
fresh footprints


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

A cup of hot tea

Prompt: Fresh

her rain drenched 
long hair;
a cup of hot tea


Monday, August 19, 2013

The Sunday Whirl... A Dream..

Yes, he will achieve...

Where was the space on the floor
So he stayed nestled in his 
own  inner space, confined...
If only he had respect for degrees
And persuaded himself to
Fulfill all that she dreamed 
But he didn't have the vision
For some years now he is on the move
Carving a golden path ahead for himself
That would be the real tribute
So he thinks, to his Mom...
Whose vacant  eyes had spilled
A dream for  him in her last breath
Yes he will achieve...
for he has the will.. Period.


Saturday, August 17, 2013

Oldie ... haiku..

My Post no.794

Prompt :Age

her young smile;
 his wrinkles silently 
draw the line


Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Empty Bench

Written for

Prompt: Late

footprints show
she had left waiting;
empty bench


Shared With 
haiku my heart...

Sunday, August 11, 2013




Thanks, OSI
for giving space to my poems;
Expressions many

Expressions many
embellished with feelings;
ah, love for poetry

Ah, love for poetry;
OSI brought here
thinking hearts and souls 

Thinking hearts and souls 
smiled here and shed tears too;
a space to share love

A space to share love
as "I heard Icarus laughing";
OSI's gift

OSI's gift
that prompt opned me up;
vast sky looks lovely

Vast sky looks lovely;
as with a heavy heart I leave
one single impression

One Single impression
a happy home for many a word;
Ah, myriad feelings

Ah, myriad feelings
dance in my heart in a frenzy;
Farewell, OSI

Farewell, OSI;
God bless Sandy and Adree
two angels of love...

Friends.. I started my poetic journey with OSI.. at a time when my heart was full of feelings.. happy and hurt feelings..both..and I began spilling in words on A Little More Than Ordinary.. and made many a friend.. kind souls, loving hearts.. and wonderful persons.. who made sure that they encourged me with their appreciation..and dear reader you are among them... thank I slowly move towards my 800th post..

EACH OF THE HUNDREDTH POSTS WERE WRITTEN ON THE PROMPTS GIVEN BY ONE SINGLE IMPRESSION..It will be my tribute to put all the seven posts..i.e.100th, 200th, 300th, 400th, 500th, 600th and 7ooth one as my 800th one..a combined one.. let us see if I I would be travelling for next 10 days..

Continue to bless..please..with your visits.. Sandy and Andree and all of you the loving and kind souls. I know you are busy making the world a happier place to live ..

Thank you all..

Ramesh Sood

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Resurrection of Her Dreams

My post # 791...countdown to 800th begins..

Written for


Resurrection of Her Dreams

Scattered glittering pieces of
her broken dreams
illuminated the otherwise starkly
dark corner of her inner space
and the gleam slowly beigins to fade.
Racing against the time,
wallowing in the by-lanes
of memories with pounding heart beats
getting louder and louder
she could feel the strain;
The struggle has brought her
in striking distance of
picking up some joyous moments
as incentive of a well lived life
led with some concrete values,
that held her house together.
In spite of smoky doubts
in her mind without a hitch
she starts recollecting
Scattered glittering pieces of
her broken dreams
which illuminated the otherwise starkly
dark corner of her inner space
completing a full circle
Each dream smiles to see
its own resurrection...


Friday, August 9, 2013

Oceanic Storms.. Haiku

Prompt: Ocean
oceanic storms;
dark circles  
under her eyes 
One Single Impression
Prompt :Circles..
Shared With
Haiku My Heart..

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

My Desire to Win

Written for

Quibble, Duplicate, Berserk

My Desire to Win

I go berserk
all blame on her
She refuses to copy
my behaviour
And I end up quibbling
for, once again
my desire to 'win'
remains unfulfilled...


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Shadow of Highrise - Haiku

Haiku Written for
Leo's Haiku Heights..

Prompt: Urban

Homes of birds
perish silently;
nests of concrete rise


Shadow of high-rise
on my window;
Sun rises…

Well based on the comment I try a visual to express the first one:

Fallen tree;
cuckoo sits and sings in
Man's nest of concrete


Sunday, August 4, 2013

In The Vast Landscape of Myth..

Written for
The Sunday Whirl
Wordle 120

gravity, plans, thread, landscape, salt,
breath,shadow, shoes, bread, sense, sends, head

In The Vast Landscape of Myth..

In the vast landscape of myth
His headless shadow
Got stuck to the earth
Such was the power of gravity
In the vast landscape of myth

And then he planned for the real world
Hunger added salt to his wounds
Bare feet burnt in sun
Should he buy bread or shoes
Ah, his plans for the real world

And now each breath hangs him
With a thin thread of hope somewhere
Between myth and the reality
Fear sends shivers down his spine
Oh, he senses, he is not spineless
And realizes he can stand
And knows he wants to
And decides he will
And then he does, yes..


Friday, August 2, 2013

She Sits on a Rock..

Written for
Leo's Haiku Heights
Prompt: Beach..

After quite some time I come out with my original style of creating a cascade of haiku and I have tried that each one can stand alone too..

Do let me know if I have succeeded..

She Sits on a Rock

She sits on a rock,
grains of sand shine on her feet;
vanishing footprints…


Vanishing footprints;
rising waves hug the beach,
sun sinks silently;


Sun sinks silently;
ochre sky spills colours
on the golden beach


On the golden beach
I hear soft tinkling sound;
musical anklet


Musical anklet;
Moving her feet in rhythm
She sits on a rock…


Rains Catch Her...

Haiku Written for
Rebecca's Haiku My Heart...
because it's Friday..

Rains catch her;
stubborn umbrella
opens not


Pearls of water
shine on grass blades;
her bare feet