You Are The moon

You are the moon of my darkest skies,

with you my ashes, fall and rise.

When the tides touch you through,

life - force within me renews.

Every night you glow there,

and only in my dreams,

to you I can be near.

In  the sun's lap when night's last star hides,

I no longer see you in the skies,

then, my soul again dies.

It will only be reborn,

when the moon shines bright.

Welcome The Dawn

Night hides away,

as dawn smiles.

Sluggish moon,

saunters away,

towing the stars,

on the way.

Night’s eyes heavy with sleep,

close dreams within.

Warm sun now shines above,

a new day begins.

Always……..

Love will always guide the way,

two souls will meet under the sparkling rays,

imprints on hearts will forever stay,

time will dissolve the seams of night and day,

for love will always guide the way.

Distance, space, birth and death,

memories in heart and breath,

will always speak of love’s depth,

for love can break,

distance, space, birth and death.

The Blood Moon

Blood wraps the moon around,

stealing its silvery gown.

Night is crimson-red-violet,

colourful skies hold the starlet.

Moon is dressed,

in coruscating brilliant red.

Night’s glory shines,

as the blood-moon embraces the skies.

Wait, Wait, Wait Is All I Can Do.......

In dark black nights,

my heart forever cries,

it hurts me more,

to be far from you.

Wait, wait, wait is all I can do,

wait, wait, wait is all I can do.

When swollen skies rain,

I feel their pain,

my tears fall through them,

rolling down time’s hem.

Wait, wait, wait is all I can do,

wait, wait, wait is all I can do.

In my imagination,

you’re always mine.

We sing songs, flowing around,

and you hold my hand,

take me to your land.

But

Wait, wait, wait is all I can do,

wait, wait, wait is all I can do.

In dark black nights,

my heart forever cries,

it hurts me more,

to be far from you.

An attempt at song writing. 

In The Stillness Of Night

In the stillness of night

I wander far away

                               from painful realities

searching for a perfect world

with a perfect beginning

                                           and a perfect ending.

In the stillness of night,

I am not a body

                           but a lost soul

a soul lost

                    in the stillness of night………………

Flying On The Edges Of Time

Flying on the edges of time

moving through the tunnels of memoirs

a soul traverses the universe

sometimes it is a wounded bird

trying to reach the skies

sometimes it is a fragile butterfly

fluttering in the woods

bound to tides of emotions

like the cord of a kite

it flies and flies .........

Photograph by Phil Slade

A Garden Of Wishes : Gogyohka

A garden of daffodils

stands in my heart

each daffodil

a wish

for you.

As soft breeze flows

it carries

 these wishes
far away

to you.

 Gogyohka : Japanese poetry form, written in five lines, but each line generally represents one phrase.

Yellow Tulips

Yellow tulips all around

last night sun had rained down

a part of sun in earth’s arms,

earth glows under his charm

their love smiles in tulips

like a message of love on lips

with first sunrays on the earth

tulips bloom with happiness and  mirth

Starry Shadows : Quintilla

Let’s follow the starry shadows,

to remote  galaxies,

learning alternate realities,

spread across galactic meadows,

opening new windows.

Beads of beautiful planets,

swirling in the space,

flowing effortlessly with grace,

a black and white palette,

covered in astral blankets.

This poem is based on a dream I had a couple of days back, where I saw the beautiful celestial space with magnanimous planets and galaxies. It was a mesmerising sight!.

Quintilla : Rhyme Scheme a. a. b. b. a. or.. a. b. b. a.a. 8 syll’bs per line.

Song Of A Jogin

Far across the sky,

among meandering waves of Akaash- Ganga,

a “jogin” sings the song of night.

Drenched from tip to toe,

with devotion to the great Yogi : “Shiva”,

she hums the song of night.

White serene Mount Kailash,

exudes peace of the flowers,

resonates with jogin’s song of night.

As dawn breaks,

sun shines,

jogin opens her eyes,

and finds the great yogi,

standing right behind.

This poem depicts the love and eternal devotion of Maa  Parvati to Lord Shiva. Lord Shiva was impressed with her true devotion and made Parvati his wife.

Jogin : A female devotee totally devoted to god and has nothing to do with the world and its affairs.

Akash- Ganga : The Milky Way Galaxy.

Mount Kailash  :  Abode of Lord Shiva

His Grace

Everywhere,

Lord Shiva

on earth, in air,

flows

his grace.

He knows of

our tears, our pains,

for it is,

his grace.

His heart

resides in us,

knowing our rhythms, by,

his grace.

God’s watchful eyes,

watch from above.

Showering eternal love,

his grace.

Hot Indian Summer : Palindrome Poetry

Sun burning hot

Lakes sans water

Parched lands

Dry winds

Dying life

~~~~~~~~~~~

Life dying

Winds dry

Lands parched

Water sans lakes

Hot burning sun

Darkest And Deepest Nights

In the darkest and deepest nights,

when loneliness is by my side,

your thoughts glide in my mind,

reclaiming me from myself.

I close my eyes,

to wander in dreams with you beside,

a mirage, an imagination,

accompany me in the darkest and deepest nights.

My heart cries aloud,

a handful of wishes spilling out,

leaving traces of forgotten yestereens,

shadowed in the blankets,

of darkest and deepest nights.

A Lonesome Spirit

A lonesome spirit,

watches the world go by,

as thousands of moonbows and sunsets die.

Deep in woods,

perched atop the sky,

it sings a dirge,

willing to submerge.

Shrouded in fog,

lost in darkness,

a lonesome spirit watches the world go by,

as thousands of moonbows and sunsets die.

Photograph by Phil Slade

Goddess India: Enchanting and Alluring

Many have told her story,

of unending quest and glory.

In her heart many mysteries reside,

sometimes they open and sometimes hide.

Her crown of Himalayas,

holds secret of an eternal life.

 Himalayan alpine shrub and meadows,

resonate with songs of monk,

far across rings a gong.

Western Ghats line her shore,

giving resources in galore.

Treasure them with love and care,

life needs their aroma to flourish with flair.

Majestic Ajanta – Ellora caves,

magnanimous like waves,

their beauty unmatched,

made of rock from scratch.

The oceans that surround her,

roar with emotions.

Pearls and treasures they bear,

dive deep to explore within.

Never she takes back anything,

for she is a giver and

humanity lover.

Today’s India and yesteryears India is a lot different. People have changed, their values and morals too have changed ( or may  I say digressed ), we have damaged our country be it by politics/corruption/ pollution/dwindling social structure.

But still the soul of India is intact somehow and in my opinion it is THE SOUL OF BHARAT
MATA( Bharat = India, Mata = Mother ) that still holds the beauty of India.

Shades of Love: Haiku

Unrequited

Tilted emotions

of a contemplating heart

an unending wait

Reciprocated

Heart with soul merges

flowery spring forever

happiness abound

Abandoned

Left in sorrow, pain

broken, withered, bleeding hearts

lost, abandoned souls

Japanese poetry form: 5/7/5 syllables per line.

To The Stars : Ovi

I hold the corner of gale’s veil,

towards the starlit sky I sail,

flying above the hill and vale,

to the stars I find my  way.

I cross the dazzling northern lights,

shining forever brilliant bright,

such enchanting beautiful sight,

and there I find my star.

The Ovi is: 12 th century Marathi folksong

• stanzaic, written in any number of 4 line stanzas.

• syllabic, 8-8-8-(less than 8 ) syllables

• rhymed, with L1, L2, L3 mono-rhymed L4 unrhymed. aaax, x being unrhymed.

Clipped Wings : Fibonacci

Clipped

wings

dashed hopes

fallen dreams

bottled up in gloom

trapped forever in vanished thoughts

drowned in dark tunnel nothing can ever pull her back.

Fibonacci poetry form : A poem having  fibonacci sequence for syllable count per line. That is.

0+1=1

1+1=2

1+2=3

2+3=5

3+5=8

5+8=13

8+13=21

13+21=34

and so on and so forth…

Dissolving : Shadorma

Drop by drop,

                             my every part melts,

                             into wisps,

                            coalescing forever,

                            into celestial cosmos,

rolling endlessly.

                                                     Brooke Shaden Photography

Shadorma : Non rhyming poetry form with syllable count as 3/5/3/7/7/5

Thoughts: Choka

Night hums lullaby,

giving rest to heart and mind,

worries fly away.

Flowers unfurling,

petals imbibe morning dew,

a new day begins.

Birds flying across,

and my soul taking a leap,

to the world unknown,
I am floating purposeless.

Choka : Japanese Poetry forms, syllabic form structure, as follows:

5 – 7 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7, etc.or 5 – 7 – 5 – 5 – 7 – 5,  etc. ending with an extra line of 7 syllables.

Her Heart

She wanted to write

songs of praise

for him

so, god made him

her poetry.

                 She wanted to be

                 a part of

                 his life

                 so, god made her

                 his memory.

                                    She wanted to be

                                    close to him

                                    never to part

                                    so, god made him

                                    her heart.

Losing My Soul

Losing my soul in the quietness of night,

I let myself wander in her silent voices,

her icy hands, calling me to hold them.

I slowly give in to her temptations,

as if she is a healer,

her spell works upon me,

losing my light, I walk deeper into her world,

and see her darkness rising in me.

 Brooke Shaden Photography

Moon Of The Dark Sky

Moon of the dark sky,

up there you shine bright,

here I aimlessly gaze at your beautiful sight,

to you I wish to fly.

Trees try to touch the sky,

to bathe under your calming aura,

your rays sparkle every flora.

You are in the arms of a hazel- grey sky,

I envy its embrace upon you,

wrapped in cloudy dew.

Oh! moon of the dark sky,
with you my emotions ride,
all my secrets in you I confide,
to you I wish to fly.

One day I'll be your night and you my moon.

Solace

I yearn for

solace

for a calmer

pace

a small patch in Lord Shiva’s

space.

Oh! Lord Shiva to thee

I pray.

Away from the cruel

world

to be free like a

bird

far away from maddening

herd.

Oh! Lord Shiva to thee

I pray.

Lord, at your feet I

lay

lead me towards your

way

allow me to be with you for all my

days.

  

Oh! Lord Shiva to thee

I pray.