Morning Musings

Hop, jump, bump together

Li’l dots of mind,

Shine, spark, dart around

Specks of all kind.

Pick me! pick me! Chant aloud

Scramble for my eye,

Form a big wave together…

Crash on...some die.

Which one to choose and chisel?

Out of this slush,

Or let them fight it out,

Oh! This morning flush.

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Just say it!

No, I am not alone, physically, for you are sitting by me.

Eyes locked in the bleeping images of screen,

keyboard and phone taking turns to keep your fingers busy.

Sometimes a cursory glance comes my way, deflects, unable to pierce the orb.

My eyes trying to engage yours in a dialogue, manage a languid monologue.

No I am not alone, a drop that blurs my sight, sits on my lashes briefly,

listens to my silent soliloquy, before giving in to gravity,

Too heavy to bear the load, I so callously put on its delicate shoulders.

No, I am not alone, when you go to sleep, fatigued, waiving a wordless goodnight.

Moon meanders through the window pane, sits beside.

With his silvery hands in mine, we weave together night.

till it’s time to go beyond the fence of dawn,

Many such woven nights I tucked away in the drawer.

…may be some day you open it by chance…

I know you love me, but push aside any worthless emotion.

Urgencies of life, hardly assign time to wasteful demonstration.

Seed of love that lies dormant in a recess of heart, still has life.

Before moulds of mundane eat away that seed, touch the cheeks for reasons holier than need.

Before eagle of time swoops away our chance, hold my hand, let’s relive that romance.

Say you love me before this void becomes our fate. Say, say it before it’s too late.

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Prayer

I heard the following Urdu couplet from one of my dear friends many years ago. It has stayed on with me since then. This is the couplet with its English version:

कुबूल होती है हर दुआ जो दिल से होती है,

मगर मुश्किल ये है के ये बड़ी मुश्किल से होती है.

Granted are the prayers that are sent from the heart.

But sending them from the heart…is a rare art.

I hope you like it too.

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Staged

She serves breakfast on a bitter toast,

Her eyes firing hot.

In the kitchen, angry clanking of cutlery cries foul,

Tigress on the prowl.

It is anniversary or her birthday I forgot,

Please help me I’m lost.

She returns clicking her heels, with knife in her hand,

I, a helpless lamb.

She grumpily slices through the loaf, to my relief

So is belief.

Oh femininity! cracks the mask of anger, ‘How I baked’,

How well she faked!

Trapped

Life forever

Trapped in shimmery castle

Walls too high

For: Haiku Heights, Carpe Diem

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Fleeting

Exuberant crowd

Intoxicating adulation

Fleeting fame

Flower Dew

Water that cannot

Quench thirst

For: Carpe Diem

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Hope

Chances are bleak

Reports paint black, hope

Still green

Tiny feet

Rush to open door, chocolate

Or cookies

Nervous eyes

Leaf thorough newspaper

Fingers crossed

Prayers for rain

Little girl with umbrella

Conviction

For Carpe-Diem

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Iceberg

Iceberg

Real power lies beneath

Humility or deception

Mighty ship

Sinks with its vanity

Forbidden glory



For: Carpe Diem
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Jealousy

My hearth needs 

Little more to do, fixed hours!

Good for you

For: Carpe Diem

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Greed

What you see

On my face is hunger

Not greed

It‘s just

You don’t know

The difference

xx--oo---xxx---oo--xx

Fire and greed

The more it’s fed

The more it spreads

For: Carpe Diem

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Vanity

Tinted eyes

Lacquered nails, painted lips

Mask of conceit

Mask of conceit

Can't conceal despair, colours drain

Black and white

Black and white

Beneath, broken promise, tears in

Tinted eyes

For: Carpe Diem

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Windmill

What’s windmill

Playing to the tunes

Wind’s toy

For: Carpe Diem

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Shades of Red

Defiled

Torn, she lies in her

Pool of blood

Ogling eyes

Relish naked corpse, lame

Helping hands

Burning eyes

Burning cheeks, part anger

Part shame

For: Haiku Heights

Fado (Portugal)

From here on

Sweetheart! Shall part ways

So says the fate

Separated

From symphony, a solo note plays

Lovelorn fado

Fado is Portuguese music genre characterized by mournful tunes and lyrics. For information, please refer to Carpe Diem.

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Tango

Am I alone

Painting my world with love 

Two to tango

For: Carpe Diem

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A lone Gerbera Bud

Cold, incessant rains, howling gale,

make even the giant of a man frail.

dogs, cats, squirrels,

all run for shelters.

dripping wet, shivering,

the winter rain is reigning.

I watch with much dismay,

tiny saplings that wither away,

will not bloom a single one,

this spring to match the sun.

In an earthen pot I see some scope,

a gerbera bud with stains of hope,

none to be found, all other fled, 

a lone warrior hold high its head.

Instead the case, I notice with mirth,

every rain drop adding to its girth,

Soon a happy red will come into view,

With it spring ...and butterflies too!

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Absolute

Absolute joy

Isn’t that my birth right

Fob off no more

Insolent I am

Everything , Oh lord!

Or nothing

For: Carpe Diem

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Flowering Branch of Plum

Stems play waltz

Lovely damsels dance

Pluck or clap

x--o--x 

Soft petals

Quivering with breeze

Mute prayer bells

For: Carpe Diem

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Day Dream

Beautiful flower, fragrance all around,

I am in valley or on cloud.

I heard a scream,

that broke my day-dream.

That’s my mom calling aloud.

By Misha

That's my daughter's maiden attempt at poetry (I prodded her to try) and I am the culprit, again.

She chose the picture from google search (she rejected the picture that I chose).

Fragile

Tiny birdlings

Chirping, hopping around

Heavenly sound

Heavenly sound

Mom’s caress, her loving feed

All they need

All they need

Dad around, his assuring pat

To fool the cat

To fool the cat

Learn tricks, spread wings wide

Parents’ pride

Parents’ pride

Wise kids, ready for worldly test

Empty nest

Empty nest

Receives a gift, the best pick

Walking stick

Walking stick

Watery, wrinkled smile

Pride fragile

For:  Carpe Diem and Haiku Heights

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