Prism Of Joy

Greener on Our Side Published on Destiny Poets.

Link : http://www.destinypoets.co.uk/?p=25972

The sky was empty this night too

is illuminated by thunderous clouds

is there a way ahead

when I thought of breeze, rose flowers

moonshine dripping through masked moon

lets go a bit, there is turn at end to guide.

Tiny florets settle for night on bunch of leaves. It is dream sometimes till they grow, till there is time to decide their purpose. On a night stroll sweet fragrance will numb all thoughts than of moonshine that stands still.



night sky ...

what elapses there here too

few more turns

hills lost in transit …

old logs and ravines

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Ringing of bells, chanting holy names is warmth beaten soul gets at temple. A glimpse bereft of distance from deity, created appearances due to pollution safety measures does not raises still voice. There are internet tools, RTIs, grievance portals and perhaps this time a near realization of Shri Ram temple at Ayodhaya.

It is destiny we believe could be averted when dawn wavelengths touch me tomorrow, when I will be there where answer comes from.

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#season #return #countryside

Echoes published by Write India is recently released in September.  It has been an amazing experience to through them once again and truly as desired they echo through mind and soul.

Here is blurb at back of book:

Consistency where life frames women in different roles and you feel inhabited.

In such serenity I sit and think saturated with thoughts.  A woman speaking of in her element perennially devises how way further will be for her without the barriers of struggle.  Nature is succour.  One easily connects with primal action born of thought. As innate as vital energy of mind and body, the poems here touch aspects of womanhood subliminally.

It would not be in woods or meadows far reaching only through echoes, it would beat deep inside throbbing and touching through aspects of life.



A Poem from Echoes:

Cold winds with those dark clouds
on my sky are my aspirations
where horizon of blue sublime,
tiny corpuscles of lime,
from where I have sprung and this haste
do I even know the melody…

a sparrow feeds on

golden grain in sunlit field

it's chatter occupy distant time

of dreams and lands

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every little turn

now when the season

is gone

I lost count of steps

along scant hill and wild

Even now through demure trees

I look at horizon the span of breeze

in my heart in my timid steps

I know I hold this vision

where the sun glows up a hill

little spaces I find and together

in bushes ripened berries touch ground

moon again behind
the hills what
myth I build on my story


******

a star out of canvas
I am 
here with truth


*****

few stars in sky
and angles in and out 
can't locate more

******


only one more round
at moon hedge
full of jasmine

I am at this place

full of first breeze and aroma

I write in soil that

lingers on dreams in many

in dance and joy of life

a bit of sunshine 

where someone I have lost

I move squares

to inches the sky gasps

and the world moves on

I hold in my eyes

sunshine eternal

always like a gurgling stream

it flows

human misery or havoc

it shines deep in

my heart.

First published on Literary journal.

Today showered again the sky I wondered if soaking the streets I choose to ignore.
Small leaves sprout and crawl inside me, branches spread out, straws are collected nests are created.
Lone pathway on feet speck of air or earth so full, and my own heart's silence in this moment's time.

a cloudy day

a heron's song completes

a circle

#haiku

Galanthus nivalis - Wikipedia
This has been episode where a corrupt detective falls in one's own net to help the victim to get justice in Snowdrop. T.V. just stopped blinking. I tried many times before prime hour if some miracle could save me this day but nope.

Tomorrow I will be at my parent's home, already missing day repeat telecast. Other time I will be busy with indoor grass project. This summer has to be little different. There has been some Darwin theory but mostly birds jumps around the bushes.

Of episode there to look at human uncertainties quantifying life's pros and cons, how this relate to in particular condition. Snowdrop is not merely entertaining. Its plot includes corporate espionage, murder and child kidnapping. Not simply human emotions lack such grasp of arduous circumstances but reasoning of continual acceptance and drama reveals a deeper plot of cathartic relationships that strongly joined together in complex collective trust and independence.

When it occa…

silence
after I searched through,
learned through
where it went
in seasons and happiness

Something
mild as a stream
only a direction possible
as its lucid action
and I speak to breeze and
flowers hug in joy.

What could I write
that the whole world appear
to lick wounds

or passion the night dwells on

instead I am no longer conscious of
danger and pain of
strange path to way long.

how sudden do they seem
dark dense clouds
of April

#haiku

these rays
a bee arrives to flowers
small and succulent



#haiku

silent hushes
as silence itself
the rays
as softly as could
the air wafts far

#tanka

We both lose the sight of lands
tired and fatigued new questions
run in our heads
who runs the distance
are we free willed and in love.

Typically why new diets, fashion trends, foreign or exotic vacation spots entice us for a quick at solace from our maddening life, have we found it yet. Our challenges are more hidden than choices we make daily.

Our environment calls for our active participation. A day spent at mall is important than shopping (even window shopping). Few choices one can make being there. How penumbra of display that colludes our decision making is not important.

To easily grasp why our reluctance to adopt an informed behavior is stupid, one could be dumb in the silence of a elevator or with sheer lighter bags with no purse or wallet.

The movements we have affected let us form a new environment where we are learning to choose. Choices are for later time. It is fun mingling and reconnecting with ourselves through maze of patterns than ever before. More exquisite than social media where it is certain that specific people can only be your friends.

It is a fond time watching people trying things as this appears…

How far this valley will grow

how far would I travel

I am not a woman of mystery

tapering over its horizon

rising for the last

I am eternal.

most time
it would be flower
or sky as
breeze sway I hear
its softest chime


to exclude
everything from talk
and listen
to silence of breeze
there for years

Take a tsp of honey and two cloves of garlic. Good thing about immunity is to shape it into a reservoir of energy. Thus as aroma of garlic puts off, with a flat knife laid along the side of clove just press a little and then mildly sauteed in a pan with hint of olive oil. Much before the usual ardor of being brownish pull it out to a tsp of honey. Gambling is over.

same other corner
some other aroma
pickling fingers

First Published on Readomania.

I did not know
that for most times
I write the truth, if not
the facts.

When the conversation
becomes grim,
tea, still warm to
the tongue,
sips in whole dialogue.

Should we skip
the bugs between our paths,
golden ears overlooking
the Sun among
washed out clouds.

But we tread,
as it takes
a routine till
the lie disappears.

it's me and
the rest of the world...
this sunshine

aspirations as they fade
shadow becomes noon
slithering away

changing landscape
dreams cast on clouds on
flowing river

in horizon pink
dark clouds
where I reel

where from this comes
sparse land, overgrown trees
tracing my path
strange is no longer
nothing wide as chasm



#tanka

sunlight shore
too many pleasures
and to split with

blue sky
this rain against
how to stop
no one is complaining
in roads or indoors

First Published on Poem Hunter

Once wide open
does seems the world is
riding on breeze
for a moment of thought

my pen is pouring
celebration of life, an afterthought
in own musing of ideas
where a tear is no longer a fear
nothing devises as found in

eternal or has always been.

scattered clouds
life as I would take
with hint
of taste when it appears
many options lesser

once again into
whimsical maze has not been
I inquire nothing
and magic is not life when
you not a wizard

Love Is

a tender feeling
among silent or speaking hearts
chasing their dreams or in pain

and in infinity this life lies
which they tell us do now or never
in probability

thus how mute those steps may be
find their eternal home
now and ever

in din or shade
in tears most.

Future as enticing does it seem improbable is.

Future is a perfect noun today. When in the past we could accommodate ourselves with predictions based on our lifelines and family heirloom, we largely differ today because we are interesting in manner another.

Future is an ensemble of people, matter and material, all which is inviting us to participate. There are few guidelines, almost no rules except tacit.

Here is where predictability fails and where exactly old rules start to refurbish unnecessarily because not they are old but this is new scene. It brings best among those we believe that golden stars are actually metallic and will favor near to inert perfect bonding.

What was this? Chronophobia. Specifically this idea came to me thinking what if we freeze this present and think there is no future. What if we are again live and have to live a future which is only probability but with certain loss of present memory.

sun in new city
never dwells in the past
what keeps
people busy in mundane
streets too have no story

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tide of trails
I must be off
today is
set for labyrinth keys
one which remain unfound

Snuggling warmth of February Sun
a muffled sound of wind
and birds out of bushes
from din of a day
I look upon hidden meanings
if there are any,
had been there any game
joyful shrieks on merry-go-round
dallying between fairs
had my own steps not being incessant
walking home.

traffic into distance
clouds amok in
the sky

What we decipher through eyes could almost be a truth but is there need to confirm to everything. Prior to internet the world we lived in, we exchanged information in professional spheres. Social life was largely restricted in community sense. The cyberspace is today filled with ambiguous energy yet we are associating in new manner of extended social life on basis of interests, hobbies, etc.  Knowledge as we know of now has changed in its meaning and deliverance. As we are exposed, many open-ended questions arise. Knowledge is a continuing factor and when it persists we understand that we should and can avoid further difficulties. Thus these open-ended questions about world chaos, social indiscipline, issues like pollution, gender equality/parity become a consolatory afterthought. What should we be doing next? There are no active and legalized platforms where we can share and elucidate on various thought-provoking scenarios. Importantly when we find a case related to these scenarios …

way
this way
that way
this that
way is

Speak your mind, women. Does this adheres to societal acceptance? We find statues complaining about women presence on viral due to vague reasons. We also find various terms singularly associated to subdue their energy and efforts.

The other way round is let a fellow speak his/her mind and add to dialogue, extend it and bring to your point of view. The common consensus would not be there but where we have already recognized certain foundation of truth or belief. To run against a tide is important in certain campaign, that is another story.

Positively includes making use of present positive energy around you. You should be able to connect to people, not genuinely women only. Your idea should be a little far fetching or wholesome. When one listens you in crowd, one should be able to relate to it when one goes to one's place and give time in one's busiest life to think about it.

Idea is more of a philosophical term. We often as women tend to prejudice ourselves on ethical and moral d…

I have learned one thing in life, from situations I have been in, from people, from events that involve me and them. From any perspective the present is a perfect healer. If you have doubts and want to decide on continuing partnership with an institute, you can rely on present that has build up on past working portfolio. One tends to muse on intricately when one is either alone or his/her sphere involves with metaphysical issues, or ideologies of humanity, love or peace.

There are similar events in personal life. Whether it is about simplicity or complexity, a human behaves per se human capacity. Set time limits are defined even by law to reconsider decisions related to civil cases. We cannot change some other laws because of necessity of work/issue kind. However there is no denying fact as we are in highly active environment, both body and soul undergo great transition.

Changes do not necessarily mean that we can be simultaneously sync with our beliefs. This necessitates significant ti…

मैं सोचूंगी जब आकाश नीला
बेमौसम बरसात के बादलो से विरक्त
फैलायेगा सुनहरी किरणें

काश! मैं भी किसी उन्मुक्त
परिंदे की तरह
उड़ सकती,
पा सकती आपने होंसले की कहानी

पर चादर फैलाये कितनी दूर
तक हैं नभ
मैं भी तो||

On blue of sky I will ponder
cloudless after a nonseasonal rain
effusing golden rays

wish I could also be free
like a bird
fly,
learn about my trust story

but blanket is stretched
of this sky
of mine too.

मनचली हवा बह चली
इठलाती हुई
उन राहों से, उन गलियों से
जिनमे में बसते थे
झुरमुठ चौराहे

सरक जाती हैं साँस
रुक जाते हैं कदम

हवा, बह जाने दो
उन संकरे रास्तो से
उन खुले बगीचों से
जो सांध लगाये बैठे रहेगे
अगर छेड़ो ना||





Unhindered wind blows away
affectedly
from those passages, those avenues
where in prevailed
busy crossroads

strides down breath
the steps stop

wind, let it blow
to those restricted roads
to those open meadows
being on vigil ever
if lie undisturbed.

You could hold a mirror and take the impression as your truer self. Our outer personality does reflect what we have come so far but exactly does it wholeheartedly. To take pain of everything that goes into our work or our life is not always possible. An another scenario exists for our battleground. These are nitty gritty tasks to form a planner, organize, prepare, rehearse, present and networking. The actual scene is full of ideas, turmoil, soul searching, ethical planning and communicating. What others give us forms an encouragement. We believe that a positive feedback came from actual review of our output. However true, the other side to it is its productivity. If it is consistency, it works. If the situation changes, has dynamic shifts so as to ask for better responsibilities and results then one is gradually secluded to a team or oneself for entire new processes.

There are often phases of disillusionment. Could a process be ever smooth? To look back, reminiscing/studying how one ha…

Freedom

Vast meadows singing our dreams
pulsating in ongoing beat of drum

A little laugh over the shores
a little less when there are rough tides
but a mild weather where heart throbbing goes
watch the sunset like glowing disc
in horizon of burning midnights

Here we sit and tell stories
scary and well tallied in regions deep valley
there grows an undergrowth by our resting tents
and a stark light on gate chaffing all worries.



incessant rains
to dwell in clouds
floating over the sky

birds flying
the thunder of sky
is heard
and heart rises to
cirrus clouds

उड़ते हैं आकाश में
खुले अरमानो के संग
इन दिनों में जब
ठण्ड बताती हैं हिम्मत की
जारी जंग

roaming in the skies
in colors of ambitions
in this days when
the cold measures will of
continuing battle

Today like once
buzzing heart,
earth smelling air,
vibrating garden flowers,
in welcome of birds
the branches of trees swaying,
waters receding to
the shore to those shining pebbles
has been asking question
would you be staying here
waves never been with the shore
river has been on course
and the sunlight encompassed
in its warmth
a mirror.





आज पहले की तरह
गुनगुनाता हैं मन,
सोंधी सोंधी हवा,
झूमते फूल बगिया के,
पक्षियों के आवागमन में
पेड़ो की टहनियाँ लहरा रही हैं,
पानी लौट कर आता हुआ
किनारे पर उन चमकीले पत्थरों से
जैसे पूछ रहा हो
तुम यही टिके रहोगे क्या
जैसे लहरों ने कभी किनारा थमा ना हो,
नदिया बह निकली
और सूरज की लौ ने समेट
लिए हो अपने अंचल में
आईना ||

This has been a day or a journey

no story about the night

the roads are with open delight

when taken

there has been a question



With time

sometimes without

like bird’s nest  on big tree

advertisement on walls are read

people pass by



I didn’t knew

the ways divide

with their own ambitious self.



यह सुबह थी या कोई सफ़र

जब रात पर भी नहीं कोई संदेह

खुले दरवाजों से हैं रास्ते

कभी गुज़र कर देखो

एक परेशान सवाल ||

कभी वक़्त होता हैं

कभी सिमट जाता हैं

ऊँचे पेड़ो पर जैसे चिड़िया का घर

दीवारों पर इश्तिहार पढ़

लोग गुज़र जाते हैं ||

मैं जानती नहीं

रास्ते बदल जाते हैं

अपनी किस्मत के साथ ||

who is in despair
the eyes open
to light
to life full of joy
and compassion

*****
something of heights
we are scared of
could be
a delight in seeing
things as are

*****
there are those walls
one raises inside
and fall
to little breeze
of love and trust

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moors were waiting
till the sunshine
waves on waves
shimmering off
on run

*****

there is no promise
on a random day
it' more
about the sun setting
in tints across waters

*****

hear I must
to hearts' content
to delve, to think not
how deep a well is
in seasons

*****

and a quill
I leave behind in grasses
as if some song
could still be heard
could still be played

*****

a glimmer of rock
prodded, spunned and moist
how stationary rests
not so fragile
in eyes and ears

*****

the street
unaccompanied by
a thought
in sojourn a flight
of herons in sky

*****

pot soil is wet
sans air moisture
twigs bare
themselves with
last tuft at end

*****

for two more days
as isolated by days
as by nights
an opening bud to
reveal its hue

it is the thing
with weather
you chose to obey
turn on light in heart
blip to a tune

*****

would be
surrounded on the lake
alighting finding
a common ground
between the Earth and the Sky

*****

these old signs
being there all the time
in the world
in slow and gradual pace
in breath of life

*****

should I again
run like a small child
or in disguise
with birds and breezes
of this season

*****
they said it is only
topology for new
color on block

wind lingers on
the last memory of
a bud
unwilted this winter
bird soothes her wings

तीखे तेज़ बारिश की बूंदे
कुछ लहरा कर आती हुई
कुछ बह कर जाती हुई
कुछ पलट जाती हैं रह से
कभी ऐसे समुंदर भी

क्या यह भी समय हैं

कभी सरगम नहीं
कभी एक कदम की सिरहन
तो कभी बातो का कबीला
छा जाता हैं गलियारे में||

threadbare
many pass by
without a thought

*****

or would be a cure
the mist surrounds my mind
in hazy loom

Image Source: http://foll.tk/meadow/

you have promised
me your vastness and I
followed dreams
of sky this is limit
I could hear a sigh


***** 


soft demure of a grassland
as I could hear a drop splitting
mist spreading over


*****

whorls of flowers
flow on edge of my palm
on hint of color
I know of many summers
this red, that red, a little red

few steps on sand
the time when we said
everything is fine
and few more seconds of
song this wind

Source: http://www.lovethispic.com/image/26857/someday-love-will-find-you
Someday when I will write next line to a line that felt blank and succinct to washing shores will too with the flow as they are etched to find a home of own, I will return to home where a sparse rain has yielded drenched grass flowers, where my smile is awaited and sitting by simmering served soup bowls gradually we will talk about the rest.

Source: http://banteringbangalorean.wordpress.com/2016/06/23/in-awe-of-nature/
along oval oblique of
fallen Peepal leaves
transience of noon light
my wandering mind, you find
smile in heat of a day
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First Published on Different Truths.

A night when ushers into new dawn
tripping on the past without exhaustion,
a momentary persuasion is life
this does not ends, burning a bright flame
our least possibilities, meagre circumstances
sometimes in deep trench of ocean
only we know the crystal shape of forms,
languidly to hang upon the sky, cast its stars
even when we go by unnoticed in cold wind
the music we hear, hum and laughter to share.

The lights chime hold on to close breath
and little anecdotes what life has in for surprise
a creaking door is closed,
all the dew on roses in vivid path
the fireplace opens up a circle
in half sleep, sleepiness, and a busy chatter
the Sun glows behind hills,
bells in synchronous and early resolutions.