Simmering Smokes: Puente

Simmering smokes

rise to the sky

follow their own paths

~ let god be the connecting link~

joining their souls

across the universe

in holy bond

Puente:

First and third stanzas have equal number of lines 

Middle bridge stanza is one line

Middle bridge stanza serves as last line for first stanza and first line for last stanza

In Praise Of The Moon

Round and round you go on your voyage,

From stormy deserts to icy maze,

Shining your silvery facade.

Many beauties wait for the night,

For they bloom under your sight,

Primrose, Gladiolus, Lilies, Moon flower,

Crave for a glimpse of your light shower,

You are the dream of every dreamer,

Spinning dreams down the river.

Every night forests resound,

With thy lover’s featly sound,

As you drench the realm in white light,

Songs are heard from fairies and sprites,

Cold comfort of your embrace,

A soft breeze on earth’s face.

To your enchanting call, waves rise,

Splashing treasures that oceans hide.

Dancing to your tune on those nights,

Waves reach to great heights.

You are magician of the night sky,

Perched atop on mountain so high.

Round and round you go on your voyage,

From stormy deserts to icy maze,

Shining your silvery facade.

Your Soul

I shall never be able to write,

words of gold, in,

a poem lovely as your soul.

A soul that shines bright,

under the god’s light.

A soul that guides my life,

and I ‘ll wait for you in the afterlife.

What shall I say more?

there’s no one as pure as your soul.

For IGWRT

God Is Everywhere

AUM

He shines in the morning dew,

resides in the scenic views.

He whispers among the flowers,

he is the dream, in dream- jars.

He drips through the rain,

slides down our cheeks, as tears of pain.

God is unseen,

but, we can feel him,

with a heart full of sympathy

and a life full of empathy.

God is “AUM”,

the essence of the universe.

Aum (ॐ) embodies the essence of the entire universe and is the most sacred symbol in Hinduisim. It is the root of the universe and everything that exists.

Silent Screams

The walls of asylum,

hum a song of silence,

etched in their bricks.

There are people within these walls,

misfits in the world.

Many came,
fewer went,

some stayed,

in silent screams of pain,

unheeded by the world.

But, the walls of asylum

know these silent screams.

For dVerse

Daisies : Tricube

Yellowish

small daisies

dance and smile

whispering

lullaby

to the sky

a sweet sight

their gentle

pure demure

Tricube : Each line contains three syllables, Each stanza contains three lines, and poem contains three stanzas. 

Essence of life

Essence of life

dipped in her blood

soil to roots

and

roots to soil

cycle of life

completes

she gazes

in pain