Drops Of Pearls

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mornings soaked in fog

slanting rays touch the moist soil

dew drops beam like pearls

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• Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille
• Haiku My Heart Holy.

In Search Of Solitude

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with bells ringing rhymes

I meditate deep in peace

while monks chant prayers

snow - clad mountains melt with ease

search begins for tranquil self

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• Carpe Diem Tanka Splendor - Meditation
• Haiku My Heart - Gratitude
• Poets United - Poetry Pantry

Paper Boat Of Her Dreams

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she folded a paper

made paper boat of her dreams

on a rainy day

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• Carpe Diem - Folding Paper

Kissing Gate

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they waved each other

with a kiss at the airport

love will seal distance

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• Carpe Diem - Kissing Gate
• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform

Embroidered Love

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stitched red handkerchief

she searched among her new clothes

last gift from Granny

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• Carpe Diem - Embroidery Thread
• Haiku My Heart - Soul Cake
• Poets United - Poetry Pantry

Holy Pages

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lost and shattered now

she opened the old drawer

Bible answered her

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• Carpe Diem - The Holy Bible
• Haiku My Heart Forever
• Poets United - Poetry Pantry

Autumn, Where They Flow

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From Green to Orange

Red you change

Is that Autumn

Or Nature's feign

A tint of Yellow

Breeze so mellow

Where they flow

With familiar glow

Like a painting

On a canvas

You the beauty

That's so scarce

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• Prompt Nights - Crunching, Crinkling Autumn swirling in the Breeze

Call Of The Mountains

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Running  to the mountains

I glare at waving peaks

Sailing on misty clouds

Solitude that I seek

Fog plays mischief

In the winking light of sun

Embracing those glorious heights

I dare to play fear none

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• Prompt Nights - To Travel Is To Take A Journey Into Yourself
• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform
• dVerse - Take Me Along

Golden Charm

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pond of golden fish

simmering under the sun

the jealous frogs croaked

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• Carpe Diem - Fish And Frogs
• Haiku My Heart

Thy Photograph Tells A Tale

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Lost

Inbetween the pages
A photograph swayed
Shedding colourful memories
Where love once bloomed
Under the mango trees

Home

Far away in distant land

Photograph in a wallet

Sumptuous bits of homely food

He sought for his childhood

Separation

Under the pillow covers

Lay a photograph

Soaked in tears

There stood his husband

Smiling with pride

Somewhere at the borders

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• Prompt Nights - A photograph is but a memory in raw format
• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform

A Haunting

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an eerie air

stuffed the room

a spooky corner

by the broom

he saw a shadow

behind the curtain

whose bloodshot eyes

tore his vein

as he stood

around the furnace

to calm his senses 

sooth his nerves

the fire ablaze

with a grotesque face

calling his name

a dark voice came

"Welcome my friend

To the house of Living Dead"

and thud he fell

with a broken head

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• Prompt Nights - Ghost Stories.

Glorious Heights

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a small red copter

he jumped over rocky cliff

sky diving he loved

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• Haiku Horizons - Jump,
• Poets United - Poetry Pantry.

A Fanciful Whim

It rained that day

On a haven's bay

A soothsayer with cards

Waited on a barren yard

Those questions on his mind

With greed was he blind

He met the sorcerer's eyes

Like fire striking ice

"Oh you boy

What do you wish?

The cards on a deck

Are awaiting your pick

"But wisely choose your pick

And do not frown

As your fortune lay strewn

By the candle wick"

"'Riches' all I want

Of world and wide

As happiness to me

Is what diamonds provide"

"So be it"

said the tarot wizard

"It will rain gold

Instead of hail and cold"

With excitement he cried

Hopped and danced around

Alas what he found

His hopes down profound

Sad it was a dream

A fanciful whim

He rubs his eyes

None hears his utter cries

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• Prompt Nights - Let's take a look at the cards, shall we
• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform
• dVerse - Open Link Night

Farewell To My Village

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staring at a key

in a town of bamboo huts

she searched for the lock

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• Haiku Horizons - Key
• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform
• Haiku My Heart - Open

Waves In Love

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the waves rise and fall

on a passionate full moon

flirting with the shore

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• Haiku Horizons - Wave.

Dew

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with bare feet

I felt the dew on soft grass

frog leaped in surprise

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• Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #86 Back In Time "Only The First Line",
• Haiku My Heart.

Music By The Shore

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she played her guitar

wind sang a melodious note

waves danced by the shore

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• Haiku Horizons - Music.

Summer Hums By

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under mango tree

blooms red lilies and daisies

a farmer takes rest

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• Haiku My Heart - A Wing And A Prayer,
• Prompt Nights - Rest Is The Sweet Sauce of Labor.

Muse Of Moon

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In his silver attire

He beckoned his lover

Disguised in charm

Wrapped her in arm

With his gracious glaze

He followed her creek to creek

Indeed his favourite game

Was playing hide and seek

And just as her muse

Met his enchanting eyes

He hid behind the clouds

Not once but twice

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• Prompt Night - Let us walk together in the moonlight,
• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform.

Story Of A Rose

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O  rose, what's your story

Thousands of verses written

in your glory

some loved and shared

some kissed and cared

and some kept secretly

in broken cupboard

some torn and burnt

In rage of hatred

and there are some

In sagas of fame

found in notebook of love game

O rose what's your story

In crimson hues of treasury

Your beauty is praised 

by young and aged

You are the beauty of a poet

An adorable piece of sonnet

In the nectar of your flare

A dream lovers share

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• Prompt Nights – Take time out and stop to smell the Roses,
• Poets United - Poetry Pantry.

Flowers Of Time

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do not doubt it,

the bay has its spring too, 

the flowers of the tide 

(~ Basho)

which bloom in salty winds

carried secretly by time

(~ Anusha)

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• Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 31st: a haiku by Basho.

Wild Ents

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Rumbling winter storm – 

Ents are dancing with their wives – 

ancient limbs entwined

(~ Paloma)

I join in their wild dance

around the embers warm

(~ Anusha)

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• Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 30th: "rumbling winter storms" by Paloma.

Drenched

drenched in rain

we kissed each other

abating the pain

that did not matter

locked in arms

the shower-cloud smiled

we make rainbows

that stretch across miles

PS: This is my first poem written in collaboration with my husband :-)


Shared with

• Prompt Nights - Rain showers my spirit and waters my Soul,
• Poets United - Post Pantry.

Dew On Petal

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a new year begins

with the blooming

of a single frosty rose

(~Mizuhara Shuoshi)

dew on petal calls me

to an enchanting land

(~Anusha)

Shared With

• Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 29th: "a single frosty rose" by Mizuhara Shuoshi (1892-1981)

Paper Boat

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such a still water

even the dragonfly

splash it with the tail

(~Tan Taigi)

sailing my paper boat

I dream of a distant voyage

(~ Anusha)

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• Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 27th: "such a still water" by Tan Taigi (1709 -1771)

Wish For A Life

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• Six Word Saturday,
• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform.

Holy Dance

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the shrine

in the sacred grove: 

a cool wind blows 

(Chora)

the leaves dance

to holy chant

(Anusha)

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• Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 25th

Story Untold

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ancient walls

covered in parables 

speak to those who see 

(Janice Adcock)

rich tribal past

looming in dark

(Anusha Das)

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• Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 24th: "ancient walls" by Janice 'Petra Domina' Adcock

She Wished

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• Six Word Saturday.

There Lies A Beauty

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Do take a look

In a child's drawing book

Where beauty lies in art

Of innocence loaded cart

Do look above

Where dims a chandelier

Though not very familiar

Beauty mingles in warm glow

Dancing slow and mellow

Do look underneath

That soft velvet

Which kisses your feet

Beauty is in blooming greens

Of ferns and flowers

And holy riverine between

Beauty needs no definition

Its presence is in every creation

It needs a heart wise

Not just a pair of eyes

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• Prompt Nights - Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is Art,
• Poets United - Poetry Pantry.

To My Core The Petrichor

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The earth kissed the soil

Stretched its arms

To embrace the moist

Soothing my core

Oh the aroma of petrichor

And lo drenched in the

Vapours of fortitude

I roll and fall

On heavenly drops of solitude

Oh the aroma of petrichor

Sways me to a distant shore

Soaking in its fragrance

The wild bloom and glance

So happily I wish

The scent to last more

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• Prompt Nights - Nothing Is More Memorable Than Scent,
• dVerse - Open Link Night.

Cloud Burst

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the thunder the grumble

my heart does rumble

with pain and pleasure

all that I treasure

emotions corked up for long

tears stored forlong

sudden struck a lightning

insides blare out

I pour and pour

memories sweet and sour

and as the cloud burst

rain kissed the earth

revealed and healed

soul that was sealed

now open and ajar

peace not so far

Shared With

• Theme Thursday - Clouds,
• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform.

Cuckoo On A Mango Tree

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I wandered lonely as a cloud

On the way I found a cuckoo bird ...

A cuckoo on a mango tree

Sings out loud with a soul free

Her melody reminds of a distant land

Mystic tales of a golden sand

Those afternoon naps

On my granny's lap

She makes me nostalgic

Weaving her magic

Cascading shades of greeny ponds

Gleaming meadows of which I am fond

Honey-dipped voice of a chirpy bird

Sways me away with rhythm unheard

A cuckoo bird with a gaity glee

Calls me aloud from a distant tree

** Inspired from William Wordsworth's 'Daffodil'.


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• Prompt Nights - When armed with the license to Quote,
• Poets United - Poetry Pantry.

Taste Of Sunshine

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Have you tasted

A drop of sunshine

In a glass of wine

Oh what does it taste like?

Like wild sea of poppies

Gulped down with an ease

Or does it taste like twinkling star

Sweetness of tempestuous affair

Sure its taste be like evening lust

Craving from dawn to dusk
Or does it tastes like paradise
Sizzling cold of melting ice

Guess it tastes like

Dozen hearts illuminated

Quenching the thirsts

Of passions satiated
Let's taste a drop of sunshine
In my glass of wine
And dine to start an evening fine

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• Prompt Nights - Pour me drops of glorious sunshine,
• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform.

Music To My Senses

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(Love)

You can feel it

In lullabies of a mother

Holding a fairy child

Or in call of a jungle wild

Where blows the wind mild

(Pain)

You can smell it

In pitter patter of rain

Sobbing of a wrenching pain

Sits a lady in distant train

Whose stories I do refrain

(Enigma)

You can touch it

In dewy grass of morning

The mist so enchanting

Even the rustle of leaves

Swaying in mysterious breeze

(Worship)

You can see it

In dance of a maiden

Tuning to a Sufi hymn

Immersed in beauty of God

Whispering tales untold

(Solitude)

You can hear it

In beats of a living heart

And echoes from a mountain top

In waves that hit the shore

Breaking into whisk galore

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• Prompt Nights - Such passion music can raise and quell,
• Poets United - Poetry Pantry.

Love In Laundry

“Rekha, bring a cup of tea for me. I am back from office.” Yes this is the scenario in many households during the evening. We mostly all have witnessed such a situation from our childhood. Cooking, washing and cleaning are mostly considered to be a woman’s job. Sadly, this is regarded to be perfectly normal in our society. These jobs have become a tradition in our culture carried from generation to generation.

Our children have seen their mothers cooking and washing clothes. As a result they grow up as individuals who expect their wives to cook and clean for them. From the very beginning when a baby is born, we categorise them as ‘Blue for boy’ and ‘Pink for girl’. But we cannot completely agree with the notion that cooking and laundry is only a mothers job .Today, the top ranked chefs in the world are males and there is not a single field where women have not shown their expertise; be it being a successful pilot like Sarla Thakral (India’s first woman pilot) or being recognized as India’s first female stand up comedian, Bharti Singh, they have proven their worth in a male dominated society.

Since our childhood we have seen detergent advertisements featuring women. However, the good news is that there are many families who #ShareTheLoad. For example, in my home, my Dad prefers to wash his own clothes. Our India is changing and most of the couples are working, so it is high time now that when both the partners go out for work they should even do the household chores together. Performing tasks and assisting each other also enhance love and affection between the partners. In our busy schedule we often complain that we do not get much time to spend with our mates and loved ones, so it would be a great idea if husbands, brothers and fathers extend their helping hand to their female family members in laundry.

Why not find LOVE in LAUNDRY, or in more Indianized terms – ‘Pyaar ke do pal?’ We have to teach our kids from the very early age that laundry is not a women’s job. Kids imbibe things faster. What they see they learn. Let us all make it a point to share the burden of “she” gender especially in front of our kids so that our generation changes for good, and change will surely come, gradually. When our kids will see their Dad helping their mother, they will change their thinking pattern and likewise our generation will change.

Thanks to Ariel for showcasing an innovative advertisement and bringing forth a new aspect of laundry.

I am joining the Ariel #ShareTheLoad campaign at BlogAdda and blogging about the prejudice related to household chores being passed on to the next generation.
 

 

With Love, My Sister

“Having  a sister is like having a best friend you can’t get rid of. You know whatever you do, they will still be there” – Amy Li

You never realise the value of someone until and unless you are apart from that person and this also holds true in my situation. I have never been separated from my family. In my life of twenty six years I didn’t come across a situation in which I had to stay alone. My schooling, college and then my job all happened in my home town. Though this sounds strange it is true in my case. But then as people say “Ek din har ladki ko ghar chor kar jana parta hai,” so the day came when I had to finally bid goodbye to my family and shifted to Gurgaon with my husband.

And then it all started those precious memories with its beautiful stories. I miss my sister the most, with whom I grew up and shared the bits and pieces of my everyday life. Sisterhood means having a friend who will be there for life.  Growing up with a sister is the best part of my life. Going to school together, mimicking our teachers, studying,  having our dinner,  watching  TV and those innumerable things of daily life which I  never thought to be so meaningful  have suddenly become a cherished memory of a lifetime. I can never forget those evening walks on our terrace, strolling together, gossiping and giggling.

I remember sitting on the sofa and enjoying hot cup of chai and snacks. Taking selfies and pleading her to take my pictures in a better way and from different angles pissed her sometimes. But when I take a look at those pictures in my cell phone, I feel elated and think these simple things of everyday life add fun and little tadka to our memories. Shopping together and eating out on weekends were so much fun. She is always there to decide if I should buy a particular dress. Whether it’s painting our toe nails, and deciding which shade to apply or just lying down on lazy summer afternoons, she is my perfect companion and partner in crime. I miss my sister when I lookout for dresses or footwear because she is my stylist .She is someone on whom I can lean on for my fashion tips. From teenage crushes to awkward secrets we shared almost everything.

There are hundreds of incidents

And awesome memories

Those brightened days

And sunset glories

Growing up with you

Is like a joyful ride

I miss you sis

Standing by my side

Thanks to HDFC life for helping me revisit the sweet memories with my sister: https://memories.hdfclife.com/message/p6z-MWeyIkoIT6huMCkKUw==

Share your #MemoriesForLife like I’ve done at BlogAdda for HDFC Life.