Prompt: Sleep

midnight thunder..

the black murky night

twitched in sleep

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4-5-3 pattern

Written for: Haiku Horizons

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Beneath the pouring rain, I found my moment of stillness.

I will smile a little more tonight

for the words that fall

off my parched lips

sliding down through

the veins of

red bricked walls

and cobblestone streets

artlessly tying strings of thoughts

into syllables

into poems..

palate

quenching

poems,

they narrate a tale of how

the wind

whirls

wildly

through the forgotten rains,

and fondles the naivety

of me and

those maple leaves

dancing in the unsettling

summer nights.

And I will smile

beneath the pouring rain

because this life

is a happy life.

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A September Evening

A gorgeous feeling of happiness is racing up the veins as I flip through some old pictures. Looking at my small, geeky face, hair tied back at the nape of the neck, a few strands falling casually on the temple, toothy smile, flashing broken front teeth and striking a random pose. How innocently pretty I look even though I am in a pair of blue bell bottom jeans buttoned up at high waist.

The weather outside makes the moment even more beckoning. Streets are sublimely soaked up in the last rain this monsoon. Black clouds growling as they float past those huge trees across the road, which are smoothly performing a not so coordinated waltz. I see darkness crawling up stealthily in my room as I sit with a bunch of photo albums on my lap and flip through them, caressing a subtle, faint smile. My mind is laden with a bundle of anecdotes and incidents...moments of pristine joy, flashing every second. They oscillate rhythmically creating a fine rhapsody which I could play on forever and never get tired of.

And then, the faint curve turns into a wide smile as this photograph comes up, reveling a fragment of me which had vanished eons ago.

It is a picture of my old, grey colored study table on which I had beautifully doodled so many things.

:)

Losing some shreds
On the graveled path
Of being a woman, a lady
I hear her whisper,
lingering loosely
along the lines of faded yesterday.

I watch her impression..
Her fragmented laughter
grow deep in my skin,
Gradually rebuilding
cryptic patterns
of abandoned love,
slyly calling out my name
in a familiar voice..
Of the novice little girl
I once was.
And then effortlessly
bridging the gap
between two tangents,
my past..
and her present.

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Elaichi Wali Chaai =)

A whisper of velvety wind is secretly curling up around me as I watch the newly bloomed roses in my veranda. It gives so much pleasure, those bright magenta flowers seem to look right at me with a novel smile. I remember how in summers, I feared seeing my plants wither away in sweltering heat. Every morning I would step out with a hope to see them blossoming and return with a dismal sigh. Gradually, it turned into a sad monotonous routine, like my life.

But today, while I take a sip of elaichi wali chaai, I watch my little babies soaking up the Autumn's love with open arms. Like it's washing away the mountainous sadness which lingered over the leaves for a long time and telling them to breathe again. I listen closely. I keep the cup, my favorite black and yellow cup on the table adjacent to my bed and I listen with rapture, a familiar sound wafting by the wind. I smile! It's calling out my name in a soft voice. I step out in the light drizzle, marooning the coveted thoughts and my lukewarm cup of tea behind. Bare feet, bare mind. It is addictive. This love, this sweet sweet love!

I cave in, yet again.

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P.S: I don't remember since when it has become a ritual but to enjoy the rains without holding close a cup of hot cardamom tea, is nearly impossible.  =)

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Gloss.

Look at the suave chase

Little drops dancing on glass

In glossy patterns.

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Written for: Haiku Heights #Day 9

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These Rains.

Beneath massive thunderous clouds
I gape like a five year old

At the charm of yellow lights,
As they hung in dark spaces
Hugged by breathtaking zephyr

And mesmerizing pearls of water.

Beating fatalistically,
Those little drops
Cackle into a rhythmic sound

On numerous little puddles

Aesthetically,

On their surfaces

Forming patterns, captivating patterns!
Yet they fail to preclude the quietude.

And I smile at their naivety

How they, in an episodic performance
Long for perpetuity.
Mesmerizing pearls of water 
As I gape like a five year old
Beneath those massive thunderous clouds.

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Moments of the Day.

That feeling which you get after pestering your parents so hard to let you drive all by yourself and they, all of a sudden, agree to your request. You turn the ignition on and sit there for a while, trying to realize the actuality of the moment, feeling the rush of blood all through your body. You are so overwhelmed with the thought of driving independently, that you cradle sheer bliss within till you reach your destination - Delhi High Court (yes, it is 'the' thing to brag. :D ) And on returning home safely, you see your parents greet you with a big smile and how you are filled with the feeling of achievement.

And that is when I felt like a grown up, a responsible and a little 'independent' grown up.

That feeling, when after a heavy day you take a nap in the evening and wake up to the sound of monsoon showers. You rub your eyes and just before you know you find yourself standing in the balcony (I run fast...sometimes) with your arms stretched out and eyes tightly shut. To add more to the joy, your adorable dog runs out to you in the rain, wags a little and runs back. Oh! And does the same quite many times. :P

Yes, it is monsoon time in my dear city. And let me take the opportunity to add 'Finally' which is so credited to the long wait.

*HAPPY*

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P.S: I didn't want to spoil my happy happy post so I am asking it in this irrelevant space here. What the hell has happened to Bollywood music? Where is the 'music' in the songs like 'Main hu he nahi iss duniya ki'? FML!! Not that I listen to these pathetic compositions intentionally. But being surrounded by endless Bollywood lovers, I somehow end up giving my ears a bad ache. Every other song is adorned with horribly-raping-the-heart-of-music-lovers lyrics.

Sigh!

Anyway, listen to this song you lovely reader. An old song, I know. But it has got a timeless beauty. :-)

Don't Go Back to Sleep!

Do you see?

How the big white ball on that dark sheet covered with stars is skulking behind clouds? And look how the clouds manoeuvre past the zillion stars. They are playing a silent symphony to you. You know why? Because you are special. You are special as the world offers you its incredulous beauty. Traverse it like it is a part of you. Traverse it like you traverse your soul. And everything around shall speak endearments into your ears.

On the colossal canvas formed by a whole pack of myriad thoughts, take a stroll on a path and wander through it. Be free and free your soul! You see a young girl, there. See how her eyes gleam as she looks out of the small window. She is agog at dark grey clouds that greet her with a loud thunderous sound. She absorbs all that the nature has to offer and runs out to be a part of it. The sight is pleasing. Does it remind you of your unfathomable longing to soak up the first shower of the season?

It does, to me!

For all that is relevant is out there in open. For all that is worth a try is free of complications and doubts. Just like what Rumi says:

“The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you
Don't go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth
across the doorsill where the two worlds touch,
The door is round and open
Don't go back to sleep!”
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If Only Rains Could Heal.

It is 12:30pm by the clock and dark ghostly clouds have gathered outside. Her kids have gone to school and her husband is out of town on a business trip for a few days. She makes hot coffee for herself, opens the door of her balcony and feels the cool breeze brushing against her face and ruffling through her auburn hair. After a busy morning, she finally gets time to read the letter of her elder brother.

Hey

How have you been, my sweet little sister? Have you forgotten me or what? It’s been so long since you came and gave me a visit. How is my little niece and nephew? And how is Armaan? You told me about his new job last time. Did he make it to the Additional Director’s post?

You know what sis, Neha gave me a beautiful surprise on my birthday. She gave me a silver plated candelabrum on the base of which ‘T N’ for Tarun and Neha, is inscribed. Isn’t that awesome? I loved it, absolutely. She is such a sweetheart. And by the way, she was apologising for not being able to talk to you the last time you called. :)

So much has happened in the last few months. I have started working on a new project. Neha helps me in it. It’s good to have a supporting hand by your side all the time...right?

Anyway, I’ll tell you the details of my project only when you give me a visit as I hope that by then I would probably have made much progress on it to tell you more.

Hope to see you soon, Auraya. Take care!

Love,

Tarun

xoxo

She sighs and goes to the balcony. It has started drizzling and she hears the pitter-patter of the drops on her roof. She stands there for a while, closing her eyes and feeling the delicate scent of the weather.

A tear trickles down her right cheek. Like always, the bag of hope with which she began reading the letter, had worn to shreds. She folds the letter and keeps it in her pocket. “One day, everything would be okay. This is a hard time going and nothing lasts forever. It will pass soon.” She says in a soliloquy, wiping off her tears. She is confident that her brother would come to terms with reality and that he would soon walk out of that asylum which has held him in its claws since his wife, Neha died.

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Written for: The Writers Lounge - Monsoon Madness

Word Count: 417

Autumn!

With blended flavours,
Zephyr, clouds, showers and wet earth
Fragranced fall is here.

Gravels soaked in drops of palette
Splash! “Oh dear, I’m drenched”
Like music, it fills me. Smiles and says,

“Hold its hand, hug it tight,
 Feel the ecstasy 
 with gleaming eyes.”

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P.S: Haiku style of poetry has been used in the first three lines.

        Yay, I'm learning something new! ^_^

And She Lived..

She saw the curtains in her room sway. Those pale blue pieces of cloth with white beautiful flowers adorned by the small window in her room, rocked slowly. It was dark and silent. She was trying to sleep but just could not. Her mind was pre-occupied with the anxiety because of all the complications which might occur during the course of her surgery (as the doctor had said).

She was uneasy. And what diverted her attention from this fretfulness was a big thunder sound. She looked at her window and saw lightening flash every few seconds. But being pretty tired, she turned her back and continued struggling with her thoughts. Seconds later, the thunderous roar was there again...like it was calling her name, asking her to put her feet forward, keep her worries aside and just live by the moment. And that moment was there, rather HER moment was there. As she always believed that only ONE right moment is required to make you feel that you can break the chain, break the bonds, look beyond the closed boundaries, chase the horizons of your mind and take a step ahead.

She removed her blanket, stood up, opened the door of her balcony and took a deep breath filled with the smell of wet earth. Oh...there was surely some kind of drowsiness in the way serene breeze ruffled through her hair! 

She smiled. She hummed, stretched her arms, shut her eyes and went a step forward.  All her qualms had taken the back seat. The weather veneered the cloud of negativities in her life. She forgot her sickness, her surgery, her minimal chances of survival and that she might have only a few more months. She was deeply lost in the aura. She could feel the lightness in the drops pouring on her palms. She danced to the music played by the trees, by the zephyr, by the dark ghostly and thunderous sound and by the whole amazingly fresh environment. She felt alive and peaceful cause at that particular moment... she LIVED.