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Wednesday, 23 December 2015

Cover

Try hard or harder
Truth and love cannot be
Ignored or covered.

Written for Haiku Horizons: "cover"

Monday, 30 November 2015

Ground

The Earth was my ground,
As I found deliverance,
And sky my limit.

Written for Haiku Horizons: "ground"

Monday, 23 November 2015

Pepper

I asked for pepper.
Life gave me more than I asked,
With a pinch of salt.

Written for Haiku Horizons: "pepper"

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Irony

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Many a mother lost theirs sons
Many a son bereaved theirs wives
It was a struggle with blood and guns
Stabbing from back with sharp knives.

"Fight or die for motherland," they shouted.
Men and women's manners absolved,
A seed of love for motherland sprouted
A tree bearing fruits and flowers, evolved.

Love-tree has life and is life-giving,
But, why is the red only from blood?
The love-tree that bore red flowers is thriving
When love and freedom are labelled to bloodshed.

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 293

Monday, 9 November 2015

Steam

As the steam rose high,
The lustful couple kissed more
In the shower tub.

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As the steam whistled
The food was being cooked
For hungry stomach.

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Written for Haiku Horizons: "steam"

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Welcome to wonderland

Image Credit: photo by Elaine Usdin

Do you remember, Miss Alice? She followed a rabbit and got lost in a Wonderland. I wonder if life is also the same! We chase a dream, we run behind it like there is no tomorrow, when they come true, our fears for life are assuaged temporarily, until we find another rabbit to chase. This is a vicious cycle.

So, welcome again to wonderland and which rabbit did you chase down till here?

Monday, 2 November 2015

Forget

How can you forget
Your to-do list and home-work
And not your dinner?

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A nerve in his brian
That tiny and elusive
Made him forget past.

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Written for Haiku Horizons: "forget"

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Ignited

The very fact that this great man laid his hands upon my book, is in itself an incredible feeling! In the month of February, 2015, the most awaited anthology 'Blank Space', was released. The celebration was, firstly, because I was the author of the story, 'She was loved anyway' under my pen name, Sun Bloom, and secondly it was going to be released through the hands of great visionaries of India, Sir APJ and Sir Kailash Satyarthi. Both of them being admirers of children, and the anthology being exclusively for schooling children, all kindred thoughts and people fell in the right place and at the right time. And then, this idea turned into reality!

My Anthology, Blank Space

The project being launched by Sir APJ
Image Credit: Blank Space page on Facebook

The project being launched by Sir Kailash Satyarthi
Image Credit: Blank Space page on Facebook
When I heard the news about Dr. APJ's death, the fact that he had touched my life so closely and now is gone forever, struck me numb for a moment. At second thought, there was a gratifying feeling that I was one of the lucky writers to be recognized through him.

Lucky to be caressed by Sir APJ's grace, I dedicate this blog post to him!

I would like to end with his inspiring quote.
No sanction can stand against ignited minds.

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Forever

Image Credit: No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock

At thirty three ignominiously,
His life was scattered around.
He had chosen his wife wisely,
Family-person, filthy rich and sound.

But, he was bereft before he knew,
Left with an infant and an ailing mother.
He incited sympathy of a few,
But his blood relatives did not bother.

You will be mine forever, he had said,
And had entered into blissful marriage.
A path of a new beginning they had tread,
A new chapter of life on a fresh page.

Unknown hands had pictured a messy story;
And the ink was strewn all over the page.
He could blame no one for the lost glory,
And could never come to terms with inner rage.

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 290

Monday, 19 October 2015

Silent

Our earth is silent
Though its emotions run deep
With burning hot core.

It must have felt very deep,
Tolerated and nurtured
Everyone alike.

To know the value
Of silence and harmony,
One must be a saint.