For  :  Poetry Jam

Prompt  :  Steps   

STEPS

Blazing summer smiles

Occasional norwester

Brings pain and pleasure

Light footsteps of rain

A beauty at first, then beast

Teaches endurance

Early autumn is

Comely, serene and festive

Sprinkling contentment

In fall; late autumn

‘Ecstasy and agony’

Keats is everywhere

Trees shorn of beauty

Expectant for warm caress

And fragrant moments

Sprightly spring steps in

Her magic wand blesses all

Life returns with joy

Thus come one by one

Touches, teaches each of us

For the final step

 KRISHNA

This flute player
Has been creating
Enchanting notes for
Thousands of years
  With an eager eye
For a devoted listener
It's not that no one had 
Ever heard Him
Didn't Meera leave
Her king and palace
 Only to be immersed into
That ethereal flow                                                                                                                
The Little Butter Thief
     Wants your All
Only then will He let you                                                                                      
  Hear His strain                                                                                                   
                         

Haiku Heights #273 - Bat

For  :               

Haiku Heights #273 - Bat

 

                                                           

BAT

Supersonic babe

Wiping out our enemies

Still misunderstood

Poetry Pantry - #164

For  : 

Poetry Pantry - #164

 PRAYER 

 

In the dimly lit hut

The little fairy blows the white conch shell

And lights her tiny oil lamp

Makes sure her deity is garlanded

And sandal paste put on its forehead

She offers sweetmeats on banana leaves

They will become Prasad bearing blessings

She closes her eyes and sings

The soulful music lights the celestial lamps

Every atom vibrates with devotion

She becomes Prayer herself

Rising fragrance from the incense stick

Envelops the devotee’s world

 

For  :  Poetry Jam

Prompt - VISION

Vision

He painted murals

Walls and ceilings reflected his light

Sometimes he would be found strolling in the garden

Soaking up all the fragrance and colors inward

His brush moved so fast ……

In split seconds his canvases spoke

Though his world was getting blurred day by day

He never lost hope and grew a strong inner eye

His brush didn’t stop though vision did

He turned his hand to sculpture

And he did bring life to stones

Smilingly he would say

“Leaving the world of color

I am now enjoying this world of shape”

For   :  Verse First ~ I Cried Out

Soul-Searching

Everything is so noisy these days

I am not having a wink of sleep (cry)

I hear my swollen knees and ankles

In their sinister voices telling me

 Hey how dare you climb so many stairs?

I rather not dwell on my mind…ugh!

It has become a forest, my own making of course (sigh)

Harboring tigers and lions, rhinos and monkeys

Pouncing and roaring, chasing and screeching……..

I shudder………….and …………I hear…..    Is it my voice?

“What! It is my body. Not I the body

And I cannot be the mind. It’s my mind.

They are my possessions. They are not I.”

Then “I” must be something different………..

Now I am in search of my “I”……

 

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