Mango tree..

Image-Tree and huts, By Admin

Many rains

From small seed to sweet

Ripe mangoes

Savor joys

Of the first harvest

Pluck the toil

Carefree tree

Survives one more day

Mangoes ripe

Joy of first mango in the garden inspired this haiku. A message also being try to convey- most of us value things only when we realise it's worth. The mango tree lived a carefree life, from an unknown seed it had sprouted, had seen many summers, fed always by mother earth!. From now on, you get attention, water and love!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights. The prompt for this week is Joy.

Red petals..

Red Petals, By Admin

Antique pine
Bright lotus blossoms

Lion roars

Red petals
Scattered on the blood
Wound hurt hearts

Lion roars
To guard the supreme
Antique pine

India, these days portrayed as a country of slums and poor, was a major target of many great emperors  that the world saw. They came, looted gold, ornaments and diamonds which were sold in roadside, destroyed idols, spoilt rich architecture of the temples that had lotus and lions!. Let the antique pine get its lost charm back and the roar resound in our hearts!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights. The prompt for this week is Pine. 

Zero..

Image-Life in Shadow-By Admin

From zero

A endless journey 

Stack of mask

Swirls of joy
Shadows of sorrow
Tales of life

Stack of mask

Kid, teen, youth, adult

To zero

Most of us live our life with masks, but, we never realise that the life itself is a stack of different masks. Life involves us playing many roles at times- from zero(birth) to zero(death). Zero defines the infinite life(endless journey)- all in it's big circle- where 'the start' and 'the end' is indefinite!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights. The prompt for this week is Mask.

I wish I wrote..

This time I won't speak about the feelings, the relationships..
I have seen you holding hands, my hands..
I was mesmerised, when you passed by..
Once I looked into your eyes, I din't have a word to speak..
I knew, I won't make a everlasting bond with you..

But listen, I live on a hope, on a hope that's like a bubble..
Flasing many colors, showing vigor, flying high..
Although, I feel you are gone, I have you, left in me..
Something that doesn't go when I wish..
People cry about the pain, they put it in  portraits ..
The one with your smile, I have bought..
Gave it a place in my heart, & every beat roars for you ..

Love matters..

It's the coffee bean that sprout, fragnance in the air..
I had you in my mind before I really saw you..
Now, you are in my mind breathing my moments..
I met you, to collect my dreams that I never wished.. 
I Dream to walk with you on a empty lane..
I Dream to cherish the smile which you bring..
I Dream to sit besides you to gaze at the stars..
Dreams, I Dream for you, of you, indeed, of you..
Words that came out, will come out, for you..
Tunes that I played, is yours, for my existence..

I Still Love..

I have seen you grow, to glow from where you stand..
Love, although I try to avoid you, forget you, look at you..
As it feels, to feel like a royal in midst of roaming crowd..
I am not in love with you, nor is the world with me..
But I breathe here, bath here, bed here, buy here..
In my path..
I wont carry the laurels which people shower on me..
I wont carry the recognitions that I gain from the peers..
I wont carry the bread that I get at each moonfall..
I wont carry the darkness that I think I am surrounded..
I wont carry the love I longed for, as I still see you in it..

Falling tears..

The drops which fall are countless, but it fell..
To the deep blue ocean, I realised it din't really fall..
Felt that it had just passed through the boundless horizon..
To the people who sit to see it had the awakening..
Different angles, different places, same drops..
It was the pretty round pebble which had bubbles calling..
I wonder, if it's the flower which has beamed in hunt of light..
The way, which I thought the way it would be..
I am not the one who gaze at the star to twinkle..
I live, with the new ways unfolding, to it's beauty..

It rained..

The rain drops flashing on my face reminded me of few things..
When I had discovered that a path always leads to another..
But this one was something different, or in a way a newone..
Moments, where I was searching for the words which I couldn't recollect..
Newly built road had the beauty to attract any traveller to discover himself..
Streetlights just looked like the pebels disowned by a little kid playing..
Each stone on the way told it's glorious stories and led the Nomad..
The time it spent, the beating it took, the people it saw..
As popularly said- It goes on ...
The Path.. The Quest....And the Rain..