Struggle : Haiku


stifled , silent cry,

ripples  echo  life song

an unsung struggle

{Say NO to Female Infanticide }

Originally I had written this as a Terset but changed it to make it into a Haiku . Here is the original one  .

stifled cry, silently screaming, ripples

echo a song of life, a death unsung

struggle for life cut short

*image courtsey Google*

Day21PAD Challenge: haiku

My haiku submission for the April PAD Challenge: Day21

The prompt

1. Write a haiku. The haiku is not just a form but a genre of poetry. (Click here to read more about the haiku.) People sometimes go into writing a haiku and end up with a senryu or a faux-ku, but it’s all good (and all poetry).

2. Write about the haiku. I know there are some poets (in this very group even) who are anti-form. So, I’m giving them the option to write their anti-haiku manifestos. Of course, if you pay attention to this 2nd prompt, it doesn’t need to be anti-haiku; your poem could be questioning or even praising the haiku. Or something.

One haiku with an Indian touch and another from my garden

Railway station
Hot tea from a clay pot
Earthly pleasure

Baby squirrels sleeping
Nestled in an old pair of socks
Little bundles of furry joys

Small bundles of joy


glittering raindrop necklace
clinging to a naked branch
reminiscent I smile

spring sky explodes
jewel rimmed clouds shine
love’s smoky visions

In deep puddle
raindrops creates a ripple
wrinkles on moon

moonlit night
along the garden fence
Passion flowers

matchstick lights
your eyes catch fire
my lips burn

Satin sheets rustle
I inhale your warmth
our feet hug

(Image courtesy Internet.)

Hai ku -unusual verses

I always loved this form of poetry .few words , depth and endless thoughts after that .It has been sometime since I tried my hand on it .Nabina’s blog prompted me to do it again .Today I thought, let’s sprinkle some magic dust across the blog post let me try and  create the beautiful world ,full of little bundles of unusual verses .


crows they fly in the sky
like pieces of black charred paper
drifting from a fire


The fog descends silently

over the trees ,parks,homes

watches and moves on


flowers rise to the sky

I lie on my back on  grass

kiss,dance ,play of colours n light


soft fluffy cotton clouds

endless blue sky,bubbling stream

sunlight on ripples,rainbow dreams


you left

forgot to take with you

the warmth of your hug


waves rise and fall

bitter sweet symphony of life

an endless romance


the warm sand of beach

hugging the entire cool blue ocean length

from one end to the other


your coat in the closet

a single long hair

memories of yesteryear’s


fleeting glimpse in the crowd

your eyes haunt me

from day into the night


A shooting star

a wish come true

great expectations


fireflies dance

on earth and sky

in your eyes and mine


creases on used shirt

I try to iron them out

they stay like past grievances


A dewdrop hanging from flower

my tear on your eyelash

slides silently on my lips


morning mist

a young leaf unfolds

your arms give the warmth


the bell finally rings

your silence on the phone