Arms Of Forgiveness – Haiku #20


you are in for a long set of haiku ( abberated ones ), have patience if you can manage. 🙂

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O’ Love, in thy arms,

of forgiveness, is written

mine exile,  hidden

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O’ Love, in thy arms,

of forgiveness, a thriving man,

who hurt thee in past

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O’ Love, in thy arms,

of forgiveness, a broken man,

who hurt thee, never

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O’ Love, thine virtue 

hath me breathing hard, why blind,

what sin i doth thus?

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O’ Love, thine virtue,

forgiveness, hadst me exiled,

someone else got closer.

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O’ Love, speak ‘least now,

i question not in arrogance,

what sin i doth thus?

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if to -try to ebb

thine pains served by life- is to

sin, then i did sin.

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if to -hide my name,

in humility- is to

sin, then i did sin.

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O’ Love, what hadst i

done, that hath me pushed into

this vile emptiness.

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O’ Love, in angst, i,

ask thee to see, difference,

in love and true love.

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O’ Love, in thy arms,

of forgiveness, is written

mine exile,  hidden.

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archaic (old English) words :

hath = has

hast = have

hadst = had

thy / thine = your

thou / thee = you

doth = do / does

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i started writing it as a haiku,

but the inner feelings caught me in a grip and dictated me to write this, even if there were abberations from the rules of haiku

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one thing i want to tell not in haiku :

forgiveness is a great virtue,

a very great one indeed,

but in excess of it,

shall, many a time,

sinners thrive,

while all along, good ones get the woeful plate of plight.

how strange.

how harsh.

how forgiving ( yes, sarcastic in deed ).

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This post is an entry in Haiku Challenge for April 2012 at Haiku Heights. The prompt being “forgive”.

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She Sells Shells – Haiku #24


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dreams big and hopes high,

she sells sea shells on seashore,

buy one, help her smile

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a haiku inspired by the famous tongue twister “she sells sea shells on the sea shore”

can’t get it right once, not once 😀 :O

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Suggestions and corrections are most welcome, I’m still learning Haiku. :)

This post is an entry in Haiku Challenge for April 2012 at Haiku Heights. The prompt being ‘seashore’.

Life And Wheels Moved On – Haiku #45


This post is submitted at Haiku Heights. The prompt is ‘mask’.

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you see me not love (dear);
help comes; heals wounds; i wear mask
named humility.

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far away you went;
still wondering who it was;
life and wheels moved on.

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distance grew much now;
same humility hinders;
from seeking your love.

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love is not to ask;
but to give away; like blood,
from mother to child.

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hope filled eyes; i wait;
will your ever see through the mask;
forces act against.

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( The below is the text from which i framed the haiku. I couldn’t put in everything in Haiku. So, read on if you like to. It’s long though, don’t say i din’t warn you. )

while he dared, i cared.

expressing all is never always right,
it only takes boldness.

to hold back expressions take a lot more,
of love, faith and hope;
in truth, it takes a herculean boldness, more than what it takes to express,
but none sees it, just because there was an absence of my expression,

so, if boldness weighs more than love, care, faith and hope,
then yes, i was a loser right from the first moment,
the moment when i chose to hold back,
knowing too well what it takes and what it gives me.

one day hardly goes by,
with this question not torturing my mind,
“don’t you see this yet?”,
yet and again, i hold back from asking this loud.

why, ask me “why?”,
i might just yet stay mum, for the answer i have for you will stump you.
so, instead i choose to see you hurt because of my silence, than because of my answer,
i choose to see you hurt less while i still have the option.

but as no question should go unanswered,
i would give you these words,

“let your heart be honest with your eyes and with itself”

now go,
the journey is yours to travel,
the answers are your to unravel.

the journey would still end at where i am,
the answers still leave a part of the question untouched,
“why did you stay silent when you had so much love?”,

that, my love, shall be answered after you complete the journey,
the reason for making you search for the answer yourself is to prepare you,
for the eventual leash of my held back love.

a little apprehension lingers deep down though,
time is a thin thread, that i am playing by,
i fear i might not radiate and transfer enough reason into you so that you don’t give up on the journey that i put you to,
i fear, time might crop doubts in your head,
and if you submit to them, you would be convinced that i was a fool,
and you would distance yourself from me.

but doesn’t truth always win, as told by the meandering bards,
that’s one gamble i took.

now we go to where this started,
what it took to take this gamble, that might leave me with nothing if it went wrong.

my love,

expressing all is never always right,
it only takes boldness.

to hold back expressions take a lot more,
of love, faith and hope;
in truth, it takes a herculean boldness, more than what it takes to express.

Oh wait,
didn’t i tell you that i would go along with you through the journey, masked in a cloak of invisibility?
oh sure i din’t, because the quest for truth is one you should not skip,
though i knew it would impress you if i told i was coming along,
and it would raise my stature up a notch at your heart,
but i choose to hide my presence and lose a chance to have you love me.
but this journey is not about me, this is about you,
and that along with my enormous care is reason enough for me to wear the cloak of invisibility, in humility,
and walk along.

Oh darn!
while he dared, i cared.

that’s all i need you to see.
that’s all i need you to learn.

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Humans And Other Animals – Haiku #46


Written for Three Worded Wednesday
prompts : Dampen, Keep, Tremble
i chose to write in Haiku .

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once clouds grew angry;
roared and fired thunders of rage;
shrill trembles shook earth.

oceans nearby sang,
a similar song; harsh rains,
dampened rich harvests.

all treated equal;
humans, other animals;
nature keeps records.

hints look harsh;
put trust in nature;
our mother.

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The Scarlet Bond


crimson bushes conjure spells;
hold me tender is their call;

spell bound;
reckless hands get the scarlet wrath;
tender hands get the scarlet fragrance;

i would say;
you could be a little more cautious (in life);
is the message you try to teach.

where from did you learn this art;
of filling heart;
with black and white;
in equal parts;

you spill black, when i finally am settling in the too bright white;
you paint white, when i eventually start seeing solace in the dark black;
why these unbearable swings of torment;
why not paint me scarlet once and for all;
so that,
i fly away with white wings,
into the black void,
breaking bond with the scarlet forever.

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This poem is written for One Single Impression. The prompt for the week is ‘crimson’.

A Story In 140 Characters – #1


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“Mother, mirror is too high. As always.”
“Mirror will say ‘you are adorable’, sweetheart. As always.”
“After i grow up?”
“Even then, baby.”

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This is a post for the weekly picture prompt at Succinctly Yours.

Every week there is a picture prompt along with an optional word prompt.
The challenge is to weave a story in less than 140 characters.

Character counter here : Design215 Character Counter 

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I found “Succinctly Yours” very challenging and i hope to try writing for the prompts every week.

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Glamour Carries Gloom (Poetry, Photography)


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glamour carries gloom,
world sees only what is abloom,
plenty endured, millions fell
even before color pigmented.

rest while you can, they say,
how can i, while my heart is battered hard and sulks in dismay,
i wander to share their pain,
of all those buds and leaves.

Gone Before The First Blush
Broken and Brown

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while even then, no one cares,
broken and brown, no wind dares
to sway them away from under their mother,
there lie their graceful graves.

tears trickle down my face, boon or bane,
while new buds grow plum, memories of the fallen wane,
in my melancholy hides a tale,
of a depressed heart that hides its name.

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the backdrop sets to both nature and also human relations. Of course, they are hardly different!
click the images for larger view.

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This poem is written for One Single Impression. The prompt for the week is ‘depression’.

The Magpie Tales – Week 116


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This week’s picture prompt in Magpie Tales

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River Irwell by R.A.D. Stainforth

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while i belong to neither of the banks,
i usher smiles from beings on either of them.
who am i?

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them and we are same family,
the blood that separates us, runs through us.
who am i?
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 what is distant to you is near to me,
2 parts absorb me and 1 part reflects me with glare.
who am i?
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I would love to see you comment your answers for the riddles! Thank you!

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Gulp, Spit or Die – Haiku #42


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( This post is more about what i wrote after the poem, not the poem itself. So, read it if you have time and patience.Thank you. )

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the anaconda,

gulps large buffalo, one go;

with full conviction.

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little piece of truth,

hard to take in; chokes life out;

gulp or spit or die.

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truth comes, evil hours;

don’t compromise it; fear is

death; truth is breath; choose.

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Truth, of any form and of any magnitude is like food. We take it into our mouth, when it is on its way to the stomach, through the trachea, it is not the time to think if it tastes good or not. You either have to gulp it down fully or throw it up outside. Letting it live there in the middle will only makes us choke. to near death, most of the time.

You spit it out – no harm done, you will starve but live.
You gulp it down – well, good you will live. bitter or sour.

But taking the truth only half is instant death. Of your mind’s peace and of your heart’s easy beats. Your mind, just after being introduced to truth, becomes the battlefield for a battle between “what wants to get in” and “what you want to let in”. In that not-so-friendly battle, many compromise on truth.

And moreover, until you bite the truth, your soul is still starving. Live a 1000 years, unless you take in the truth, you would end up as someone who starved his own soul. for what, a 1000 years? And let me tell you, if there is one food that would make some one weak, it is truth. This naked fear of knowing before hand that truth is a bitter apple is what drives people to push it into the dark, under the bed.

Ask what does truth mean?
It is the wilderness that lies beyond the boundary around our world of “what we want”. It is called “what it is”.

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This post is an entry for the weekly prompt at Haiku Heights. The prompt being ‘Hour’.

Fight Muscles & Wise Muscles – Haiku #40


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O’ Love! lean and pale,

wise-muscles i grew; tender

rose buds i prefer.

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O’ Love! strong and hard,

fight-muscles he grew; boxing,

blood spill he prefers.

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O’ Love! i ask this,

in all purity and faith;

please explain your choice.

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O’ Love! forgive me,

yet, i need to know; did

fight-muscles appeal?

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O’ Love! i ask,

not to hurt you; it hurts much,

(the) lack of clarity.

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O’ Love! i respect,

your choice; but know this my love,

you have let me down.

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wise-muscles i grew,

fight-muscles shout, “you are weak”,

i am weak but wise.

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and

a loser

yes.

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( last one is 1-3-1 structure, i wanted to put those words in there. badly. so ………… i had to make it up..the 1-3-1 :-/ )

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by muscles i meant real physical muscles. read ‘muscles’ as arms. And i feel, the meaning won’t be understood by all, it lacks clarity i guess. 😐
And i also apologize to that fictional “O’ Love” character for asking her about her choice.
i think the wise-muscles man was truly hurt and he asked her the question with utmost faith and .. love?! But i know even then, he is sorry he had to ask that.
he also wanted to say that he did not have the strength in him to use the word “temptation” and so used “appeal”.

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This post is an entry in Haiku Challenge for April 2012 at Haiku Heights. The prompt being ‘temptation’.

Blurred And Blown – Haiku #39


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aching heart,

heavy as a stone;

a masked truth.

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blurred and blown,

unseen force; she seeks

clarity.

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This post is an entry in Haiku Challenge for April 2012 at Haiku Heights. The prompt being ‘clarity’.

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Due to my exams i couldn’t complete the April challenge. I am writing haiku for those prompts now anyway.

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Path Laid Out (Poetry)


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waking up to sun’s chant,
walking by the path laid out,

the path definitely shows signs,
of what is to come,

fear not that there is pain,
fear not that there is no solace,

nothing is permanent,
its just the path that is always there,

the path knows
the sweat and promises spilled,

day concedes to dark,
and i reach home,

while outside, moon fights a battle against darkness,
so that the path stays visible,
its like, the moon says, “little one, have rest and resume your quest in the morn while i keep watch for you.”

i acknowledge her greatness, her sacrifice, her love
with a smile and a tear.
i sleep.

waking up to sun’s chant,
walking by the path laid out,

peace was elusive yesterday,
it is a reason all the more,
for me to search for it today too.
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This poem is written for One Single Impression. The prompt for the week is ‘elusive’.