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Love -a senryu

Love bloomed pink
                                                      world faded away
                                                      I found you






Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry capturing moods of nature and seasons in all their vivid hues by presenting a juxtaposition of elements.

It is like a white frothy waterfall gushing in full glory glimpsed through a crevice. It seizes the scene in its brevity of 5-7-5 or 3-5-3 syllables and then, simply guides the reader towards the view from that crack.

What the reader takes in from there depends upon perception and receptiveness.


When nature reflects human emotions like in the above composition,the haiku evolves into a Senryu.

Sunshine - A senryu

On a long green stalk
                                                 sunshine poses  daintily
                                                 anticipating





A haiku is a Japanese form of poetry capturing moods of nature and seasons in all their vivid hues by presenting a juxtaposition of elements.
It is like a white frothy waterfall gushing in full glory glimpsed through a crevice. It seizes the scene in its brevity of 5-7-5 syllables and then, simply guides the reader towards the view from that crack.

What the reader takes in from there depends upon perception and receptiveness.

When nature reflects human emotions like in the above composition,the haiku evolves into a Senryu.




Drenched - A Senryu

White flower tinged with pink
                                  Darkness lurks sly in shadows
                                  I am drenched in love




A haiku is a Japanese form of poetry capturing moods of nature and seasons in all their vivid hues by presenting a juxtaposition of elements.
It is like a white frothy waterfall gushing in full glory glimpsed through a crevice. It seizes the scene in its brevity of 5-7-5 syllables and then, simply guides the reader towards the view from that crack.

What the reader takes in from there depends upon perception and receptiveness.

When nature works as a medium to express human emotions haiku evolves in to a senryu.








अभिन्न : Integral

मिथ्या तेरे सब बोल मधुर
सच्चा मेरा तीखा कटाक्ष
मलयानिल जैसी शीतल मैं
तेरा मन जलता वन पलाश

मैं मौन प्रणय का गुह्य गीत
तुम निर्झर के स्वर से कल कल
मैं धीर धरा सी लीकबद्ध
तुम मेघों सा उड़ते अविरल

निर्जन मन की निष्कम्प शिखा
उत्सव का दीप प्रकाशित तुम
मैं आम्रकुंज की कुहू कोकिल
सुर-ताल छंद परिभाषित तुम

में स्वतः स्फूर्त प्रकृति पूर्ण
तुम कठिन परिश्रम से अर्जित
मैं बंकिम भ्रू का अल्हड़ विलास
तुम पांडित्यपूर्ण चंदन चर्चित

यूँ भिन्न दिखाई देते हैं
सच में लेकिन है भिन्न नहीं
लगते जो उलट विरोधी हैं
रचते जीवन संगीत वही।

सृष्टि के नित संचालन के
सुंदर ये सारे  सृजन चिन्ह
लगते हैं अलग-अलग से पर
शिव-शक्ति से ये हैं अभिन्न।




मिथ्या- false
कटाक्ष- sarcasm

मौन प्रणय- tacit romance
गुह्य गीत - hidden song( as in, the lyrics of which are decipherable only to the worthy)
परिभाषित- defined by.

अविरल- always, continual
निष्कम्प - unwavering

स्वतः स्फूर्त- self ignited, sustainable.
बंकिम भ्रू  - arched brow
अल्हड़ विलास - unaffected careless charm
चर्चित- known to be, popular, apparent

सृजन चिन्ह- symbols of cr…

Warmth : Senryu

knitted threads of joy
                          pink with blush of motherhood
                          buttoned up with love




Reminiscence : Senryu/ Haiku

flowers shrivel dry
                       colours fade beauty withers
                            and... memories bloom




Spring is transient but, the images of spring, its colours, the narcotic breeze, the playmate bees and the butterflies, those companions of spring stay long after... thus, Autumn is spent on those promises.

Love is like that Spring too.




Aiyyari : The Magical Movie.

Watched Aiyyari. A MUST WATCH movie.

In these days of everyone complaining about everyone else not spending enough time with each other, this is one movie which brings the family, the spouse closer.  It's no less achievement.
How it managed to do so?

Because, in the end, after almost three hours, four tubs of popcorns, colas and burgers included, you are bound to ask your neighbour, "What just happened here?"
Even enemies are bound to discuss, "Bhai, ye bata de, aakhir hua kya?"

In fact, during the movie itself you'd feel that itch to pause it and ask someone if they are also as lost as you are or is it you alone on whom suddenly age has caught up with in just 45 minutes in to the movie! Trust me, in those first 45 minutes, at least once you'd mistrust your  senses and feel senile(!) or dumb depending upon which side of 25 you are.

Though on the positive side, it made me recall many forgotten incidents. Like it reminded me of one of my cousin who once …

Senryu : Dreamcatcher

pearls of longing gleam
                     wishes twirl like feathers soft
                      wakefulness and dreams

                      vibrant threads of love
                      needled in my heart, I knit
                      our own dreamcatcher





Image : sunshinebluecloud blog



The story of a Folly : Girl

Written for Friday Reflections with Corinne and Shalini who are hosting it for the photo prompt.



"Where angels fear to tread...fools rush in." - Alexander Pope


There was once a silly girl
whose hair cascaded in shining curls
her eyes were true, her smile was warm
Her heart had a happiness good luck charm

Which made all  beings just fall for her
butterflies to flit and kittens to purr
Moon bloomed, stars twinkled at her sight
Fountains rose high for her sole delight!

Ah! Then she met a wolf in the wood
lonely, tired, ozing blood.
The friendship bloomed, wounds healed like that!
The scars she safely hid in her heart...

They laughed for hours, played through sunsets
But affection and need are different sets
As winters smiled and snow came down
The silver orb observed with a frown that,

She loved, but wolf was restless for more
For new games trampled her feelings pure
Now strong and wild, he missed his pack
His types, his crowd, his ways, to be back.

Unlike the stars which bid g…

चिर

लाल चुनरिया सर पर ऐसे
केसरिया ज्यों बाना
ज़री किनारी लहके पढ़ कर
आँखों मे उलहाना

कँगन, झुमके जल जल भभके
मन अग्नि की ज्वाला
बाहर की लपटें थीं शीतल
सो अर्पण कर डाला

काजल की झूठी लीक कहाँ
आयत नैनों को बाँधे
मेहा से बरसे, उर में सूखा
वेग कहाँ तक साधे

जीवन एक छलावा जिस पर
खोटा समय कराया
सत्य प्रेम बस चिर निद्रा है
आज समझ यह आया





लाल चुनरिया -  bridal red scarf
केसरिया ज्यों बाना - (with an attitude of) saffron headgear of a warrior
लहके - glints like fire   
ज़री किनारी- the golden lining og the hem of the dress
उलहाना -sarcasm...Here, humiliation and sneering.
भभके- flame up!
बाहर - world(ly)               
आयत नैनों - large eyes, here, moonstruck    मेहा- rain clouds
छलावा - illusion.               
खोटा- waste
सत्य प्रेम - unconditional love
 चिर निद्रा - the ultimate rest

Image : Internet

Moon : A story of loss

A story-cum-musing inspired by the image at the end...


Once upon a time a sly and lonely wolf got a mask of sheep. He wore it for a lark and entered the herd of the docile species just as a distraction from his uncelebrated existence. The novelty was like a spark of sunshine in his mundane life. His loneliness made him bear their lame games with patience, laugh at their dumb puritan lifestyle and eat the tasteless grass. But, as fate would have it, he became friends with an ewe and was so enamoured by her  simple ways that forgot his slyness and started living with her herd as one of them.

That was monsoon when days were dark and nights, darker.

All day long, the masked wolf would work with the group, chat, eat grass, laugh and play with the lambs running till the horizons, chasing the rainclouds, the blue feathers of his dreamcatcher flying like mystical flames and its pearls catching  light,  shining like beads of that bliss.

At nights, he would sleep inside the cave with the herd, …

नज़्म : रंजिश

वो इक पल जिसमे हम दोनों, चले थे हाथ थामे संग,
सज़ा हो उसकी इकतरफा, ये किस तरह से वाज़िब है?

हरसिंगार, चम्पा, नदिया, बरगद जल गये सारे
नहीं जलती मगर यादें ये दिल की कैसी साज़िश है!

कुफर जैसी सियाह सीरत, मुलम्मा झूठ का तिस पर
इबारत इश्क़ की पढ़ ले, भला कैसे मुनासिब है?

खिला था चाँद आंगन में, सितारे जगमगाते थे
अँधेरे को चुना हमने,अबस सी क्यूं ये आदत है?

वो लम्हा जिसमे हंस बैठे ज़माना भूल कर सारा,
सज़ा सदियों पे भारी हो, ख़ुदाया, क्या नवाज़िश है!

ना होते हो तो होते हो, बिना बातों की बातें यूँ,
गोया हर बात हर चुप्पी, बस इक तुम से मुख़ातिब है।

वो बातें जो जलाती हैं, रगों में खूं धुँए मानिंद
उन्ही बातों पे बातें हों, मिरी आख़िरी सिफ़ारिश है।

वो मंज़र जो पिघलते हैं गोया सीसा हो आंखों में
उन्ही को रोज़ देखूँ मैं,  बहुत गहरी ये रंजिश है।





हरसिंगार = night jasmine               चम्पा = Frangipani, Plumeria                 
बरगद = banyan tree                       साज़िश  = ruse, planning
कुफर = sin                                         सीरत= mind, soul
मुलम्मा= outer husk, mask.             अबस= futile
गोया =…

जाने कैसे

मार्ग था सीधा सरल, 
संतोष धन, आशा सखी
ज्ञान दीपित, प्रेम प्लावित, 
वीथियाँ करुणामयी...
जाने कैसे पथ ये तुम तक मुड़  गया 

चाँद सा खिलता निशि में 
सूर्य सा सोना उगलता 
पवन से भी तीव्रतर मेरा 
हृदय ऐसे  विचरता 
जैसे खुले नभ में उड़ा जाए 
अकेला एक पंछी ...
जाने कैसे फिर ये तुमसे जुड़ गया 

सीखा मेरे मद से 
भंवर ने गुनगुनाना 
हास से फूलों ने सीखा 
खिलखिलाना 
और मेरे कण्ठ से 
मधुमय सुधा सा राग फैला ... 
फिर भी मन तितली सा मचला, उड़ गया? 

सुनहरी लकदक से सज्जित
कुछ सुधामय बोल मीठे
था प्रथम, था नया अनुभव 
बुन लिए कुछ स्वप्न झूठे 
जाल सम्मुख देख कर भी, 
बस फुदकना डाल पर उस
नेह का बंधन ये ऐसा पड़  गया।

निस्तब्धता में स्वर,
वही, गुँजार सुनना
और रव में मौन-स्मित
उपवास रखना 
जान कर भी यूँ
बधिक की राह तकना...
श्वास की गति तक ये क्रम अब पड़ गया..

जाने कैसे पथ ये तुम तक मुड़ गया।







Image: watch this beautiful movie on an unusual friendship here

वीथियाँ  करुणामयी - lanes of compassion.                मद- flamboyance
निस्तब्धता - silence, solitude 
रव - frolic, noise
बधिक- executioner, slayer                             श्वास की गति- till the last b…

Sunshine : A story of Happiness

Another silver-purple dawn had cracked. 
 The tall deodar trees were standing still, silhouetted against the rapidly unfurling dawn waiting for the winter sun to rise. The dewy Dhauladhar hills were now visible- now gone, with the swirling mist playing one last hide-and-seek with them before moving to the higher altitudes.
The quaint hamlet of Yol was slowly waking up to the morning voices of the gushing river, twittering birds and dewdrops falling from the eaves. Nestled like an exotic flower amid the sylvan surroundings Yol seemed to be forgotten by its countrymen, from their minds and maps both. Away from civilization, it was untouched and undiscovered.

That winter morning, without electricity, the village was enshrouded under the purple veil of darkness waiting for the sunshine to light it up. But, the ladies had already started hurrying up with their chores, lads were helping elders with household errands, menfolk were getting ready for work and little children, they were waiting in…

Missing : A letter

Prompt: Missing
Dear friend, 
Thank-you you for being graceful in your parting note but don't you think, it would have been better if you had allowed me to bid adieu too? Or, were you too scared to give me a chance to speak?
Am indebted to you for the last impression I have of you- the last few days and the final gracious bow... 🙂 It showed your compassionate heart and honest unblemished soul.  Moving on with honesty and reason is a sign of growth and intelligence while scampering away like a mouse is not. And, lying and withholding information is devilish, disillusioning, disgusting and shattering. 
I MUST say that, being a creative person I reserve the right to be expressive about the feelings and times we have shared. Unlike you, I don't have ANY ulterior motives, I don't drop names, nor I want to please the movers and shakers of the society. Always hated gimmicks!  I write. Almost the same way you breathe. Bas, aise hi.
Please, don't EVER feel pleased enough to st…

Haiku/Senryu : Tears

at every day break  life smiles with promises new  couple of dewdrops fall




Images : sunshineblueclouds blog