Silent Shores... Camera Clicks...

You skip those words that I repeat..

Every tide that comes, holds me firm..

Where I make my way midst tall coconut palms..

Silver corals, holds your name, small street..

Like waters that kiss you in the shore..

Words fall short..

Of the street that I come, has my footprints..

Of the street that I come, is the best..

Of the street that I come, feels the best..

Of the street that I come, looks the best..

Gives me the sense, of every beautiful wave..

To see a river running into vast blue sea..

Silent Shores... Camera Clicks..

Hope you liked the pictures that I clicked in Delta Beach, Back waters and Malpe Beach, all of them at a reach of 3kms from my home!
I have picked the lines from one of my old poem- Small Street..
Thank you!

Dolphin pod..

Image- Symphony,By Admin

Snowy song

Rises from the sea

Shore calms tides

Dolphin pod

Crafting symphony

 Leaps to sky

Huntsman marks

Poor soul reap riches

Guns wisdom

If we look around, our ecosystem is really a wonderland. Time again, man has repeatedly hurt it. To an extent that our fellow beings have become extinct. With wisdom, save the world, save our friends!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart. The prompt for this week is Wisdom.

Pick pearls..

Silver clouds

Drizzling melodies

Friend, pick pearls

A rainy day after a long summer brings lot of happiness. To make the most out of it, I sat in the balcony with a glass of tea, and these lines just came out!. Nature looked refreshed- cool breeze, silver clouds, musical drizzles, tiny bubbles, and the best part- the drops that slid down in a rose. My dear friend, Treasure these pearls(moments)!

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is  Melody.

Small Street..

You skip those words that I repeat..
Like waters that kiss you in the shore..
Every tide that comes, holds me firm..
Silver corals, holds your name, small street..
Where I make my way midst tall coconut palms..
To see a river running into vast blue sea..
Street never glows, but the sand does..
Of the street that I come, smells the best..
Of the street that I come, looks the best..
Of the street that I come, feels the best..
Of the street that I come, has my footprints..
Gives me the sense, of every beautiful wave..

Transitions..

I hear the tickling sound of the clock..
Never felt the gap between moments..
Every pause, Every pulse, made me breathe..
Lot of unfamiliar faces I see around..
Lot of people holding hands and walk..
Lot of vehicles in a hurry to reach the end..
I think about the place that used to be my endpoint..
Where greenery enriched the beauty of landscape..
Where I had time to imagine the flowing waters..
Where I had option to choose over seashores..
Where I had stories to read from every stone..
I smile, glimpses of familiar faces in my eyes, I smile..