of lovely things

rise and flow, reach out and billow —
the caress of star-bedecked cheeks, of
coffee-skins resplendent with flavors
of earth, slings, of two-days old sweat,

encounter the mirth of every golden
brow – never else would be any but
for a poem lovely as a full-throated
ease of a desire – the divine delights

of souls quivering to the lip-service
of lust, one-two-inches deep – glassy
wounds – eager, ephemeral feelings
rising, flowing, deluging, dazzling –


Image source: Getting Rid of My Desire by Brooke David

For With Real Toads’ Micro Poetry

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RIP, Queen of Soul

Baby… my love for thee…

baby… my love for thee

is a story of the day,

I store my night away,

in a tight cocoon, with barricades,

within which, I play my spades,


baby… my love for thee

is the light of the sun,

shoot me with your love gun,

riding, through the dreams,

taste of freshly whipped cream,


baby… my love for thee

is the dance with the blues,

the sax(on) glittering hues,

a slight convulse of the waist,

music in my numb ears, I taste,


oh baby… my love for thee,

can’t speak… I am so full of glee,


baby… baby… baby…


I am an old soul but the night is young,

sweet-bitter saliva at tongue,

metallic… I see you in darkness,

don’t you go make me digress,


oh babe-ey … it is the woody voice of bass,

this harmony, we cannot pass,

oh babe-ey… the drums beat soothing,

let us join hands and go brooding,


baby… my love for thee

is the string of guitar,

the effervescent music of sitar,

oh babe-ey… piano beckons us,

we talk in language of Damascus,


baby… my love for thee,

poisoned wine dripping from flute,

it may make me go mute,

oh babe-ey… but I will live for you,

and for my love for blues,


baby… my love for thee,

can’t speak, I am so full of glee

* I like jazz. This poem is written in consideration of dVerse Meeting the Bar. I don’t know whether I have done justice with it or not but I wrote it, just as it came to me.

Music Therapy Haibun

There are certain moments when you don’t want to think. You need your mind to cease to rotate the cog-wheels of the entire thought process. These are the moments when I seek some loud music to make my ears hurt so that I could find my escape from my own mind. The high-pitch noise of the songs sound somehow pleasant to me. But the smooth calming songs also work because i tend to hum along with them. There are some songs that punch me in the gut, leaving me dazed and there are some which makes me feel at peace. The best ones are also the worst ones because they make me vibrate and touch me at the ever present gaping hole of my chest, I so try to hide; listening to them is like laughing and weeping simultaneously.

music therapy

flee from the disturbing thoughts

lost in the lyrics


the best and worst songs

finding dark hole in the chest

laughingly weeping

A Melody of Love

This is the English translation of a few verses of a Hindi song titled, Ek Pyar Ka Naghma Hai with lyrics by Santosh Anand. The translation hasn’t come out to be quite so good. I have translated it in consideration of Right2Write Prompt 6. You can participate in the prompt yourself. Just visit the post link.

A Melody of Love

a melody of love, a surge of bliss,

life is nothing else but a story of you and me,

a melody of love, a surge of bliss,

life is nothing else but a story of us,

a melody of love…


some things are lost once found,

some things are meant to be lost,

in order to be found,

life’s meaning lies in instances

of the beginning and the end,

a whole life needs to be lived in

these two minuscule moments,

this life is hollow but for a story of you and me,

it is a melody of love…


you are a gush of a river and me being your shore,

you are my support and I am yours,

the whole ocean resides in your eyes,

filled with the waters of hopes and yearnings,

this life is nothing but a story of us,

it is a melody of love…


tempest is ordained to arrive,

but it would have to depart,

this circumstance is a foggy cloud,

but that is just so for a little while,

it has enclosed all but

everything sad is going to

come to an end eventually,

all what would be left are shadows,

what would be left is a certain scar,

this life is nothing but a story of us,

it is a melody of love…

The actual song is beautiful yet so sad. I wish you could understand the language in order to enjoy the song. You can still listen to it, even if it is just the music:

Music Inspired Haiku: Moon in the Lake

tinkling of the bells

the blessed night mesmerizes

a glimpse of full moon


drink violet waters

a thirst for tranquility

lake from the heavens


tender to my being

plucking the moon from the sky

hide it in heart’s lake


*For Carpe Diem # 262 Moon in the Water; inspired by Karunesh’s Moon in the Water.

Music Inspired Haiku: Caravanserai

oasis in desert

meditation of nomads

rejuvenates soul


bells of the temple

chants boom around holy fire

priest dances possessed


praising mighty lords

offerings of milk and faith

distant cloud rumbles


magic lamps lighted

a caravan of gypsies

magnetic eyes see

desert sand prickles

living in the memories

lost to the sand dunes


*For Carpe Diem # 260, Caravanserai. Inspired, listening to Caravanserai by Karunesh.

Listening Haiku

a low voice calling

vanish away finding it

listen to heart’s beat


dissolving in breeze

inhale life with every breath

listen nature’s words


coo of nightingale

wind halts to listen to it

pull open thy heart

* For Carpe Diem # 245 Listening.