The Journey

Let me go..

Let me find my own road

Every journey begins with a desire,

To see, to feel, to touch the world

With all we possess.

Let me go...

Let me find the fork I need to take.

Everyone needs a marker

To say they passed this way..

Let me be the marker

Of my own new way

Each and every soul has a story to unravel,

A journey to commence,

Some need a guiding light,

Others a glance that propels them ahead,

And then there are those that need

To see the destination from afar.

And through all this only the wise realise,

whatever be the end, or the middle

The beginning is all that matters.... 

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 19.

Haiku 12

Rajasthani Puppets : Image courtesy Flickr

Puppets of the world /

Brother always quoted him /

Years later, agree //

For Prompt # 37 Puppet

Haiku 11

My Nephews

Hush!! warm soft breathes /

 A tear drops, the angels sleep /

Nature creates beauty //

Prompt # 36 Hush

The Visits - Mag 58

Watching them leave

emptiness all around

back to the start.

ten steps back for

 every half step forward..

this macabre dance 

at the end of each month.

Pausing by the calendar 

circling the same digits

of a new Gregorian phase.

The lights turned dim

the shadows on the wall,

glinting metal and shield.

This gift was a curse

breaking ties apart

the folklore said.

Too late to heed

the damage ran deep,

visitation rights wasn't

all this warrior craved.

Magpie Tales

The Nightmare - Mag 55

Courtesy Magpie

Weary feet in step

with the world's drum

a casual glance reveals

the carefully constructed

facade still in place.

Some normal  days

solace brings along

the journey thus far 

highly strung nerves

like a coiled spring

never knowing when

dim courage has bolted...

A nervous tick belies

the hidden tremors awakening

blood splattered walls

lemon souffle and fork

the nightmare begins....

Sympathetic voices 

wake up to

a year ago

seems much longer

our last meal

before they took her

my only child

draped in blood

darkness covers

as they burgled along...

Magpie Tales

The Puzzle Mag - 54

Come night

the pieces 

on the bedside floor

 attacking them with 

single minded devotion

joining, disjoining
the chaos 
the mind swirls in
simple enough
at first glance

some fit like 

they are born to it

others belong 

so obvious elsewhere

trying desperately

fails to find

the lost one
the missing piece

of her lonely heart...

Magpie Tales

Haiku 7

Their twinkling eyes /

Tiny hands, laughing faces /

Soul's spyhole forever  //

For Prompt: Spyhole

Haiku 6

An Poloroid Picture digitised...

Wet footprints, dry sand

 wind blown hair in disarray

blue waves behind, clash.

The Walk - Magpie Tales 51

Chipped red bricks pathway /

 Dull echo less footfalls left /

Seems familiar yet distant //


Magpie Tales

Haiku 4

The winter this year /
not as chilly as in years past /
global warming, then ? //

Haiku 2

 Tiny limbs massaged /
 trembling hands reach for coffee /

 march, granny 84 //

Haiku 1

Scolded and then caned /

can of kerosene and match /

the ashes of a child //

Adrift

A love so strong 

how could it be

so wrong.

You were divine,

meant to be mine.

summer's grace

that was your face.

Flashing meadows,

gushing tides,

your laughter filling up

every site.

Felt you 

in my arms,

felt you

in my soul.

A love so strong 

how could it be

so wrong.

Come back, 

come back from

from the void

 you have gone to.

Take me, 

take me back

to the time

I was before.

A love so strong 

how could it be

so wrong.

The Highway Notes

Standing on the highway, 

watching life zoom by, 

rushing to destinations

near and afar.

Left alone, left behind,

that was me.

Leaning on the doorway,

watching people walk by,

homeward bound

they all are.

Left alone, left behind,

that was me.

Seated by the window,

 hearing some one talk,

finding a patient listener

how lucky have they got.

Left alone, left behind,

that was me.

Chatting on the social network,

seeing statements being made,

mutually beneficial exchanges

is the new magic word,

Left alone, left behind,

 that was me.

I end the day's notes,

sometimes high, sometimes low,

Pretending that wasn't you, 

knowing that was definitely me....

You Were There

Eyes that twinkled with the 

glimmering light of far away stars, 

They gazed at me as

though I was their rock star.

Lips that lisped sweet words

in my soul, a chord was struck,

They made mundane words seem

more precious than the preciouss.

Tiny hands that wiped away

the invisible tears I shed,

On my cheeks they felt

like the softest of silks.

The warm body that hugged

sharing all the love it possessed,

The vibe that I sensed 

of the special bond created

The look that you gave reflected

wisdom way beyond your years, 

as though you somehow understood

the pain and ache behind the false smiles.

You gave me something

No one else can ever give,

The warm glow of a million suns

that light up my dark days and nights.

With you around

life is easier to face,

My strength, my sanity, 

my joy, my grace.

 Just remember in

 the days yet to be,

This heart will beat for you

as yours did beat for me.

( Dedicated to my tiny powerhouse of a nephew Sidartha aka Sid, 

whose innocence and love helped me through my darkest year )

Added to Jingle's Poetry Potluck.