This Highway

mumbling words

as the bus bumps

along the distresses

of this highway of notions,

of emotions, I have kept

ingrained within the coal tar

over which I drive the roller

of my communication, of things,

I tell you from the blanket

of night, breathing stories

not of stars, but of their images

that glint in the mud pond of life.

A little too urgent now and then,

I may have you see

the ills of my voice, but

what can I do, when

my truths are hollowed out,

distresses formed along this road,

where you don’t know, but

I let you know everything

.

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Ecstasy Haiku

ecstatic flowers

the green leaves swaying in trance

immersed in the rain

 ~

immersed in the rain

muddy puddles on the street

brighter everything

 ~

brighter everything

monsoon winds bring smile to lips

ecstatic boy runs

* For Carpe Diem # 252 Ecstasy.

Ring of World

the ring of world

where we go

round and round,

where we clamber

the highest mountains

for everything material,

to put up a drama

on a porcelain stage

drenched in water

of fate

*Written for Trifextra Week Seventy-Seven.

Compassion Haiku

fluttering white wings

tears of love shed on the beings

a rain-angel smiles

a rain-angel smiles

compassion for the earthlings

makes everything right

 ~

makes everything right

colors splatter on the sky

happiness abounds

 ~

happiness abounds

her compassionate smiling

reverent heads bow

 ~

reverent heads bow

the love spreads its wings to fly

peace ensues around

 ~

peace ensues around

compassion for each other

a happy ending

*For Carpe Diem # 249 Compassion.

happy

happy-

a tiny word,

two syllables, still vast,

says everything, saying nothing

at all.

* Poetic form:- Cinquain(2-4-6-8-2)

* For dVerse Open Link Night. It is a crude creation but I have no other words to splash around right now.

Homemaker

He was about to go out when she interrupted, “Best of Luck for the meeting. Come, I will get for you a bowl of curd and sugar for good luck.”

“Don’t you know I don’t like to be called while going out,” he sneered.

“I am just asking you to do so for your own success,” she reasoned.

“Please don’t think about me and do your own work,” he angrily replied, “I haven’t married you so that you could become a hassle for me.”

“I am just trying to keep you happy,” she said in a teary voice.

“If you want to keep me happy, just do what you are asked to do.”
“And don’t cry in front of me.”

“A burden… yes, that is what she is,” he mumbled to himself, leaving for the office, without giving a single glance to his weeping wife.

“Why?”
“Why can’t he love me?”
“Why can’t he just accept me?”
“I was not married off to live a life like this.”

She cried and asked the open air, these questions and then cried even more.

Wiping away her tears after a few minutes, “I must not let these thoughts come to my mind,” she told herself.

“These are demonic thoughts.”
“I must respect my husband. He is everything I have got.”
“I should try harder to please him and continue to do so even if he doesn’t pay any attention towards me.”
“I am a wife and I must fulfill my duty as the homemaker.”

She had all but forgotten the ill-treatment she was subjected to by her own husband and went off to the kitchen to prepare the meal for the day.

The few words I use everyday…

The few words I use everyday

to describe myself

the condition I am in

fall short of

how I actually feel.

I am not very expressive, I know

but I try to express

my emotions, my feelings

my everything through the words I write

which fall short of how it feels

to be trapped within a cage

which opens up everyday and you can go out,

but with a sensor attached to you-

you are given freedom

which fall short of what you need,

you are caged even when the cage is open.

 I speak out these words

to express how I feel

which falls short of

how it actually feels.