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.

Sweet Death : Tanka

Black fine robe she wears, gives solace to my spirit, her magic – charming, a soul catcher from afar, walks along with the shadow. Her peaceful aura, expands beyond time and space, waiting patiently, to finish our agonies, and fly to a new empire. I call upon thee, custodian of god’s gates, hold me in your arms, sing me a sweet lullaby, and I will sleep in your embrace.   Tanka :  Japanese poetry having  five unrhymed lines  of 5, 7, 5, 7, 7 syllables