conscious of a word to adhere to I write when I write with the flow of beats my heart sings Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 21, With the flow) and Haiku Heights (#192, Conscious). (’12, Oct 21)
playing with words, I write past witching hour tonight with the bright moonlight; rules come, give me a fright, no muse, yet another plight, I give in, turn off the lights; muse has no time that’s right, a sudden thought set alight, an idea now burning bright, so with rules I must fight; so back … Read morePlaying with words..
Seize the day when you get the chance, Think nobody is watching and dance; Think nobody would hear and sing, Only if you believe, you can find wings. Laugh, for the world to lessen its tears, Keep hope, to travel past your fears; Find the joy only a dream can bring, Only if you believe, … Read moreCarpe diem..
time offers me no excuses; from the first light of day to the last pearly moon rays, it passes quick as lightning, silent before the thunder shifts the balance of my life. not a chance to stand still, or introspect life deeper, no chances when pain rains to open any umbrellas; only to steel myself … Read moreTimely thoughts..
to tranquil tones of devotional music, I see you dancing with the silent wind, sultry yet pleasant; above your eyes, the heads of palms, areca and coconut, kiss the silent wind beneath the blue sky, unmarred by clouds; I hear the gurgling of the river nearby, carried eagerly to my waiting ears, and I feel … Read moreThiruvanchikulam
two hands, I am pulled two sides, and I know not if my right is the right side or my left; I feel bereft of time to think before I jump; right or wrong, I shall drown, for I’ll lose one friend, a life-jacket; if I don’t, I’ll be alone, or still be the taut … Read moreWhich side?