Wednesday, April 23, 2014

An Adept Chef.. 3WW

Post # 903



Adept, Viscous, Edible



An adept chef;
less edible oils or viscous
in her kitchen 

RS:)



Sunday, April 20, 2014

Star Studded Sky - Haiku

Post # 902

Written for Haiku Horizons..




Thank God, it's not
another empty promise;
star studded sky

Satya's comment made me add this:

Star studded sky;
her winged thoughts search for
beloved Moon..


RS:)

Friday, April 18, 2014

Happy Evening Sun: Haiku

Post # 901

Rebecca's 


Haiku My Heart..



Wrinkles do not
interfere with her dimples;
happy evening Sun.. 


RS:)

Friday, April 11, 2014

Haiku for 3WW: 900th Post..



MY NINE HUNDREDTH POST

I feel humbled for the love that has come my way from across the world...Your love..makes me see, feel and talk haiku.. smell poetry and touch hearts..Life flows.. and so do my imagination..following it..

God bless you all....


Written for 3WW
( making it a part of my 900th post)

A Haiku

Impassioned, 
animated forceful pleas;
tricks of perverts


***



A HAIKU TO WELCOME THE SEASON..HERE IN INDIA....
WRITTEN FOR REBECCA'S HAIKU MY HEART...

and also shared with Haiku Horizon


Gangs of Mango Trees

Gangs of mango trees;
I hear some naughty whispers 
in the quiet of noon

In the quiet of noon,
he anxiously waits;   
a closed window.. 

A closed window;
her eager eye peeps through
a thin opening

a thin opening;
a ripened mango falls
in between them

RS:)

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

CURTAINS FELL.. 3WW


Post # 899




Horrible, Listless, Moody..

CURTAINS FELL

Curtains fell, and he
looked at her with hope..
She wanted to say,
"Horrible, moody,
and listless performance, that!!"
yet she stopped and said,
"Wow, that was wonderful !!"
Indeed, his  behaviour could
comfortably hide behind his glitter
that sparkled in her eyes..


RS:)

Sunday, April 6, 2014

My Childhood Home: Cascade of Haiku..

Post # 898

Haiku for haiku Horizon
Prompt HOME..

I visited my hometown and went to have a look at my Childhood Home..

Here's an attempt to share what I heard, saw and felt in this cascading haiku...

Some tiny footprints
run behind each other;
my childhood home.. 

My childhood home;
I hear my mother calling me
out of thick darkness

Out of thick darkness
emerge glowing memories;
a car screams to halt

A car screams to halt;
no, none from childhood alights,
all unknown faces;

All unknown faces
yet appear familiar;
my childhood home


RS:)