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I gather my thoughts #smallStone #aros (day 5,6,7,8)

your lips on my head ~
bond of love i wanted ~
bond of care i cherish

Pages will turn tonight
your memories will burn in peace
I forgive the hurt

the flowers bought
but delivered not
still smell of her

Brilliance of dreams
shine in her sleepy eyes today;
she was in his arms

 

Also linked to G-Man’s Friday flash55

Musical Memory#3 : Joy

joys of making bonds
with one who had none before
his smile said it all

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Prompted @ Sensational Haiku Wednesday

This haiku was also inspired by the memory of my school days. The conductor of the school bus for my route did not have a family. On rakshabandhan he was all the more upset to see rakhis on almost all guys’ wrist. To cheer him up, i offered to tie him a rakhi which he readily accepted.  He heard the same set of songs daily with the first song being this –

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I heard this so much that i could sing the whole song any time !!

God bless him wherever he is !

-Untitled-

spontaneous ideas
skid to halt;incensed dreams
dampen fear of loss

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Written for 3WW , Sensational Haiku Wednesday

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corrupted power
weakens;cripples;damages;
heal yourself by love
weakened;crippled;damaged;
power-corrupted

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Written for May Challenge by Ava [Day 18] , May2011 Int’l 5 lines poetry Month , Haiku Heights [heal]

Come back,will you ?

From Magpie Tales

desires blossom
seeds of not so random thoughts
grow deep in my head

It was dream, now I know. But I wish I had not been smiling about it still. Friends adorning the flashing images like jewels in a king’s crown. But does my life looks any brighter ?  Isn’t it obvious I was thinking of you subconsciously ? Laughing with a childhood friend on a silly joke , teaching how to make tea for another , meeting two of them for lunch , and suddenly finding myself alone in bed. The dream was still on i assume since i was not in my own bed. I do not want to think about the feeling of being in his bed – he who swore to never return.

pain flows,relished
in the bitter taste of tears
painted in my dreams

Isn’t it foolish to have my joys at mercy of other’s presence. Or is it a valid human behaviour to miss the people we care for. Only if some one cared enough to notice that. I pick each dream and replace the people in them with one from my present. The ones whose thought make me smile – not as good as the dream but at least i know it’s for real.

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Written for Magpie Tales , 3WW , Sensational haiku Wednesday , Monday Writing prompt