Home of Memories

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I have left my heart

In Pahalgam*

Lidder’s** wild songs

Have stolen my soul

I cached my dreams

In pine forest

On the mountain slope

I let myself

Be Beauty struck

In this fantasy land

Where every drop of life

Is sculpted from Charm

They eddy in the mind

I’ve brought them home

Where I have been living

With memories alone

 

 

*a popular tourist destination in Kashmir

**a river in Kashmir

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Home

Words

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It has been almost three years that I have built a home. Truly my heart belongs here. I could not have dreamt of such a dwelling place had I lived a hundred years ago. My enchanting portal takes me above cloud nine whenever I wish. Happiness is at my beck and call. It is no Arabian tale but truth. Believe me; I see your smiling faces by my wondrous windows every day. How can I forget how my chilly grieving bones received the suns you gifted in the dark nights and stopped fragmenting? With an ear tuned to your music, with an eye set to the word-fountain in your heart, I reside. So do you! Don’t you? This solitary abode of mine vibrates with your presence. What about yours? It’s good that we live on words. Our home is words. Our world is words. We are words. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” In the end there will be the Word too.

 

My bare boughs

Bathe in your sundrops

Shoots sprouting

 

Posted for Haibun Monday #11: Reach Out @ dVerse

I Took You For Granted

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I never imagined

One day you would be

A part of my yearning heart

Little sparrow

Even you carried song

In your pulsating throat

Even you!

And I was deaf and blind

To You

Those man-made iron giants*

Have killed you

Scared you away

Hope you will never go the dodo way

Hope you will never turn into words

To be read only

Never to be awakened

I pray to dawn

To send me this feathery ball of life

To sing and dance

As they did

Only a few days ago

 

 

*Mobile Towers. Radiation from these is being blamed for vanishing sparrows into thin air: Times of India.

 

Posted for Hannah’s hosting Transforming with Nature’s Wonders @ RealToads

 

Spring

In between glum sky

And dewy eyed, listless Earth

My tulip dreams spread

Grief is the shadowy hill

The sole silent onlooker

 

Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights ~ Spring is the time of land’s awakening [11] @ A Dash Of Sunny

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Citizenship

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Is

The infinite canopy of responsibility

Under which

We home

Branch out

Love

Play with freedom

And at last

Die

In peace

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Citizenship @ Poet’s United

Pilgrimage

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The breathtaking Trikuta* Mountain top

Embracing the Vaishno Devi shrine

Watched me

As an equestrian

Slowly but surely

Climbing up

Moonlight shawl all over

Singing with other pilgrims

Walking, riding or in palanquins

In praise of the Mother

The breathtaking Trikuta Mountain top

Embracing the Vaishno Devi shrine

Waited with bated breath

For me and others

To cover those uphill serpentine 14 km pathway

Sloughing off the material self

Being prayer itself

To offer our prayers

To Mother Vaishno Devi

And return safely

 

Which we did

 

*Trikuta is located in Jammu, which is one of the three administrative divisions within Jammu and Kashmir, the northernmost State in India. Trikuta, the triple peak, is where the holy shrine of Vaishno Devi can be found. More than 10 million pilgrims visit this shrine every year: Wikipedia

Me, at the hotel after whole-night-walking

 

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry #296 @ Poets United