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!

ಜೀವನೋತ್ಸವ

ಅದೆಲ್ಲೋ ಕಳೆದು ಹೋದ ದಿನಗಳ

ಅರಸುತ್ತ ಹೊರಟೆ ನಾ

ಕುವೆಂಪು ಹೆಣೆದ ಪ್ರಕೃತಿಯ ಚಿತ್ತಾರ

ಗರಿಗೆದರಿತು ಕಣ್ಮುಂದೆ

ಮೊಗದ ಪ್ರತಿಬಿಂಬ ಕೊಳದಲಿ

ತಣ್ಣನೆ ಗಾಳಿಯು ಬೀಸಲು

ಅಲೆಯಲಿ ಕಳೆದುಹೋದ ಚಂದ್ರನ

ಕೆಣಕಲು ಮನಸು ನಿರ್ಮಲ

ಕಡಲದಡಿಯಲಿ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಯ ಗುರುತುಗಳ

ರಮಿಸಲು ನಿಯೋಜಿತ ಕಾರಂತರ ಅಲೆಗಳು

ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಪದಗಳು ಚಂದಗಾಣಲು

ನನ್ನೊಳಗಿನ ಮುತ್ತು ಚಿಪ್ಪೊಳಗೆ

ಗಗನಚುಂಬಿ ಕನಸುಗಳ ತೆಂಗು ಮರಗಳು

ಭೋರ್ಗರೆವ ಕನ್ನಡ ಕಂಪಿನ ಹಿಮ್ಮೇಳ

ಮತ್ತೆ ಹುಟ್ಟಿ ಬರುವ ನನ್ನಯ ಕವನ

ಜೀವನೋತ್ಸವ ಅದುವೇ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ

This is a poem (written in Kannada) that won me the 2nd Prize, in the Poetry competition held as part of Karnataka Rajyotsava Celebration at SAP.

Eight miles..

Linking to The Mag & MYM

Shadow grew taller than life..
Your name lightened up my path..

Rabbits that played in the moon..
Are my companions in the empty streets..

After eight miles, my shoelaces still intact..
Like I have your thoughts tied my heart..

Months will vanish midst serenity of dark nights..
Till Knight with shining armour kills our shadows..

Last word..

Mixed feelings

Razor sharp deep rays

The last word

Unique prompts

Heart warming visions

The last word

Fireflies glowed

Sketches in darkness

The last word

I henceforth won't be writing poetry in this unique form- haiku. Journey has been splendid. Lot of new idea, criticism, praises, friendships, just like Firefly sketching in darkness. I'll try my luck with other forms. Perfect prompt to end too! Thank you all and best wishes! 

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

Inner voice..

Image-In Mysore, by Admin

Gaze at stars

Count one two till it

Falls for you

Pluck the rose

Look into her eyes

Hear deep breaths

Inner voice

Reads vital heart graphs

To beat peaks

Inner voice wants us to scale the unimaginable heights, friend, set out for this journey, take a deep breath, get the stars shining and yes, we will do it. Knock inner self daily, beak the peaks!

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