Green..

Soul sings white

For glory of Peace

Life breathes green

White is mother of all colours and world is longing for peace and harmony.

We believe that our soul is the part of master. White(master) being the saviour, splits up, brings green(prosperity) to our life. 

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

Musical night..

Poetry doesn't come out without the pain, true..
We long to relive those moments that are lost..
Pain of missing a caring hand, an amazing hug..
Or simply a melody that moves your spirit..
We had a mission, to create those moments..
At a unknown place,  moonlight on the face ..
Climate was picture perfect, heart crooning hmmm ..
Exchanging smiles, glittering eyes,Magic was all around..
We started to sing, melodies of soul of the world..
On and on, magical moments, musical night..

Popular Post..

This is like singing a flop song..
Lot of people here hungry for sparking sensations..
Socialising, Promoting, Publicising, Campaigning..
Here I have nothing to market..
My words although weights, will never sell..
Nor it will tell, things it's supposed to tell..
It'll continue to flow, till I find the origin..
It'll continue to glow, till I don't popularise..
This is just a  flamboyant, charismatic stone..
Popular Philosopher's Stone.. 

New life..

This was the day I wanted to live..
With the spotlight on and the music play..
My feet never had a move before..
Being stagnant, I had glued to the clay..
I wanted the breeze to wash me away..
And it finally set, the show had begun..
Poor me, heart racing and pulse high..
Rising from the shadow, I made it dance..
It's was magical, had conquered the stage..
Those moments, toils, looked spectacular..
A drop from eye, I had arrived from  dusk..
Deep in me, was the belief of the beginning..
Deep in me, was the joy of the new dawn..
Deep in me, was the realisation of a new path..

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..