APRIL-9

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She tiptoes

With a faint smile

       And

Butterfly blooms

Blooms buzz

Nectar’s brimful

     Then

Petals brown

She’s scorched

 Breathless

      It’s

All a moment’s glow

Posted for Words Count With Mama Zen @ Real Toads

 

APRIL-8

ABODE

The terrace

Promises a sky

Greenery

Blogosphere

Promises my guests

Poetry

They’re my home

Where you will find me

I promise

Posted for Helen’s prompt All About Abodes @ real toads

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Shared with Haiku horizons prompt Home

  

APRIL-7

THE LONELY ACACIA

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It was a long dark journey

For a drop of life     

It drank flame with leafy mouths

To be the light

 The Tree of Ténéré*

Was the living lighthouse

To the wayfarers of sands

It was a solitary tree

That behaved like a tree

With no pretensions

Like Lithops Julli**

Nomads revered it

 No man dared hurt it

The stars forgot to twinkle

When the drunk truck-man

Knocked it down

*Tree of Ténéré, was a solitary acacia, of either Acacia raddiana^[1] or Acacia tortilis,^[2] that was once considered the most isolated tree on Earth^[3]—the only one for over 400 kilometres (250 mi). It was a landmark on caravan routes through the Ténéré region of the Sahara in northeast Niger.

**Some plants use toxins to avoid being eaten. Some use thorns, or turn into carnivores. The Lithops Julli survives by pretending to be a rock

 Posted for Open Link Monday @ Real Toads

 

SUNDAY

A gem

Each facet

Unique hue

Poetry

Music

Indolence

ETC.

posted for Kenia's prompt @ Real Toads

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shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

 

   APRIL-5

Non-existent and brittle Kingdom

        Illusion is Queen

Left is right and right left

        Political confusion

        Entry denied

Mirror

        Denied entry

        Confusion political

Left right and right is left

       Queen is illusion

Kingdom brittle and non-existent

posred for Grace's prompt @ Real Toads

 

APRIL-4

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As far as I know

She will not stop writing letters

And long elaborate sentences

Will those be            

Even if nobody reads them

She won’t stop

Because Her language is gaiety

She writes in the joy of writing

It’s not that She’s never angry

Or She doesn’t express it

I have seen how difficult it is

To stop that Nataraj-Dance*

She writes and sends

Those beautiful letters

Smart phones shy away

When I open the envelope

 I hear the cuckoo-songs

Fragrance of Mimosa blossoms

Slowly enters me

I see the sand storms chasing snow

Feel the warmth of Her love

I know too well

Even if the world ceases to exist

She won’t stop writing

Her words of space and time

Will get written forever

*One of the most visually dramatic and culturally significant forms of the Supreme Being in Hinduism is Nataraja – Lord Shiva as the King of Dance. Shiva is the god of destruction in the Hindu pantheon. The dance of Shiva represents His five divine activites, or panchakriya – shrishti (creation), sthiti (preservation), samhara (destruction), tirobhava (illusion), and anugraha (grace or salvation). Courtesy-Malaysia Hindudharma Mamandram

Posted for Fireblossom Friday. Postmark : Poetry @ Real Toads

APRIL-3        

                                               Rabindranath Tagore
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Gems of words tied up with tune

Opened and a fairy escaped

Holding my hand

Flew to a faraway land

The man with long white beard smiled

Handed me the treasure trove of such gems

And I played with the fairy all my childhood

The gems are so shiny

That even in darkness the maze of life glows

Showing paths

Helps carving our own way

Old man

Let thy words be my ambrosia

In my twilight hours

posted for Sam's prompt Avant-Edge : Innocence and Experience @ Real Toads