Saturday, January 22, 2011

Becoming Good Was Not On His Agenda..

Thanks to Amity for the OSI prompt Quagmire..
and Leo for Haiku Heights Prompt Sin


Written for OSI : Quagmire & Haiku Heights : Sin


Angel is happy,
Never in a quagmire, like
Man, can’t choose sin..



For, angel knows
Being less than one's best
Too is a sin..


Written for OSI Prompt : Quagmire


Becoming Good Was Not On His Agenda…


He couldn’t move forward
Stepping back would take him
To the point from where he started
A point that appeared to have
Hundreds of mirrors
Reflecting scars on his soul
Which only he could see
But for how long
He had feared that some others
May penetrate through
The mask he had weaved
With invisible thread
Of pretense and trickery
But then what lied ahead was
A quagmire of his own doings
Sticky ground will make
Him get stuck, getting out will
Depend upon his willingness
To hold on to some spotless
And shining spirits
But then how could he, no
It would be like
Transplanting a kinder heart
Limiting the heights he could
Otherwise reach
In a world that didn’t
Think in terms of
Write and wrong anymore
Becoming ‘good’
Was not on his agenda
But then he knew
Moving forward on this
Forbidden path, indeed
Will earn him respect
And he may get admired
By many a people
He was not even sure of meeting
But will the luxuries of life smile
No they may not, but then
One thing was certain
Taking a step forward may throw
Him in to a quagmire, again
But then he could choose wisely
So after serious contemplation
He took a step forward…

Time moved on, and
He realized,
Life may at many a turn throw one
Into a quagmire, yet
Along with many other
Magical and tempting entities,
The situation will also

Attract ‘Good’ to extend
A helping hand, it’s up to
The one to reach out and hold on...



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Friday, January 21, 2011

Hi...Haikus... for Haiku My Heart

It feels good to also be able to show in few words.. Haiku encourages..


Face is clouded
Yet moon reflects
In her eyes..


****


Crop stands
Shine in
Sweat on his brow..

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Now That I Have Woken Up..

Ah, got late but then here I am..love to be part of 3WW

Written for 3WW Wednesday
Prompts: Surreal, Descent, Kill

Now That I Have Woken Up..


Caught in surreal
Inevitable descent,
When dreams Kill

It’s good thing about
Imagination
I can dream anew
And create a clearer
Image of a laughing
World around
Ascending again
To a happier unmasked reality
I know I will sleep well,
Now that I have woken up..


Saturday, January 15, 2011

Carnival of Thoughts..

A big thank you to Rigel Ordinario of My Dreams Up Close for OSI Prompt.. and Meghana of Megzone for Haiku Heights Prompt.


Written for OSI: Carnival and Haiku Heights: Insomnia
and also shared with Haiku My Heart


Carnival of stars
I and Moon watch , at the end
Day comes dancing..



FOR OSI:

Carnival of Thoughts

Colours rain
Music floats, smiles bloom and
I watch from sidelines

I watch from sidelines
As the procession moves on
Dancing trees flank

Dancing trees flank
Clouds from above too cheer
Birds join carnival

Birds join carnival
Fluttering wings Of joy,
Flowers are happy

Flowers are happy
As butterflies seek to catch
Notes of music

Notes of music
Fingers move on strings, Tap
Keys in harmony

Keys in harmony
Procession picks up pace
I‘m pushed aside

I‘m pushed aside
Eyes shut themselves, I watch
Carnival of thoughts

Carnival of thoughts
No more on sidelines
I become music

I become music
My universe dances in verse
Hold me, God!

Hold me, God!
I bathe in ecstasy
Ah! Colours rain..

Hope you enjoyed the carnival as much as I did.. thanks for being here..




Thursday, January 13, 2011

Dry Flower Smiles

For Haiku My Heart..

Dry Flower Smiles


Eyes shed tears
Dry flower smiles, for him
It’s hint of water ..



Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Hadn’t He Become A Tear !

Written for 3WW prompts: Yelp, Moist, Harmless

Hadn’t He Become A Tear !

He stood there
On the other side of road
That led to my life
Couldn’t cross
With such traffic of
Opposite thoughts
I waved, a harmless gesture
In spite of his years of yelping
And my resolution to
Shun him at all costs,
But he didn’t care, before
I could react,
He was suddenly
Lifted by waves
Of pride, as after
A couple of moments,
I found him hanging
Like a stale fruit
On a tree of arrogance
That bent with weight, oh,
His soul was pretty heavy
Carrying loads of scars
What else could it be
Before I could wink
He had fallen in my eyes
I rolled him out
Hadn’t he become a tear
And a puff of strong wind
Wiped him off my face
With moistened eyes
I looked beyond
The curtain of illusions
That hung nervously
On the rusty window of
My dilapidated mind
Who didn’t have a mesh
Not even a mesh weaved
With the rope of hope
I could see his skeleton
Bleeding with laughter
At exactly the same place
Where he had been
On the other side
Making mockery
Of my attempts
To banish his entry
In to my world, however
I finally realized, that
Acceptance would be
The only way to
Dilute his presence..

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From where did this come, don’t know..
That’s the price perhaps the poetic heart has to pay
owning whatever flows from the pools of imagination and creativity…