Justice

 

Innocent punished

Inhuman behaviour

The justice was bribed.

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Poetic justice-

The clues untraceable

A twist in the tale

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Noone can escape

From karmic consequences
“Justice will prevail.”  
~~payal~~

haiku horizons: Justice

Bleeding hearts

                                                                                      2014 image, Panchgani

flashing memories
bleeding hearts pray for mercy
the magic revives
~~payal~~

haiku my heart


 

Dream diary

                                                                                                                                                   2014 image,Goa

 I saw a garden
full of bloom,
with fluttering butterflies
and the buzzing bees.

Slowly, the clouds
covered the land,
and a colourful butterfly

rested on my palm.

Some dreams are beautiful.

 

.. and then I felt the chills
and closed my eyes again.

I saw in the morning,
The dream had vanished

in the hazy mist
and left its’ trace behind.

I found a broken wing

on my palm.

Shimmering dew drops
shine on the grass blades
as the sun shines in all its’ glory.

~~payal~~

Pathways

                                                                                         2014 image, Panchgani

 

 

 Some pathways emerge silently, pull us and make us walk on them. They lead us to unknown yet known world. Every step takes us a thousand miles deeper into the land of uncertainty. We never know what awaits us. I don’t like to travel, but sometimes I feel it has become my destiny. Wish I could time travel and make my journey a little shorter. Alas, there is no short-cut towards destination.

           ...and here I am again in this moment fighting with anxiety as I try to figure out the vicious circle that holds me trapped  in the chains of uncertainty.

~~payal~~

vision

                                                                    2014 image, Goa

 

 

Thousand storms await

Wrapped in a clear blue sky

Here I stand alone.

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Here I stand alone

Embracing the clear blue sky,

with stitch of silence.

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With stitch of silence

Following my intuitions.

Vision gets clearer.

~~payal~~

haiku horizons : clear

what's on his mind?

                                                                                                                                 2014 image,Mahabaleshwar

His eyes speak with such intensity,

I freeze in the moment.

He stares blankly.

His piercing gaze

Makes me think
and I wonder.

Everything that contains nothingness,

Is that nothingness everything?

Everyone called him Babu. We met him on our way to Mahabaleshwar temple and he became our guide. I learnt one thing. It's always good to ask for directions when we have no idea about the place. Guidance is always available. We need to trust and walk in faith.
~~payal~~

My city is burning

Today my heart is saddened by the state of my city where I was born and brought up. My city is burning. The places I used to visit frequently has turned to dust. Innocent lives are being claimed. Tremors of terror can be experienced in every voice.

I fail to understand why people fight in the name of religion. No religion teaches inhumanity.

That piece of land , they say, it belongs to you, dear lord.

Then why this bloodshed?

The fumes smell of the sweat and the blood of those people who had put in their years in establishing themselves. It’s all ashes. Work is workship, they say!

A piece of land that took away the peace of the city. My city is burning!

Everybody is suffering. No exceptions!

Wouldn’t it have been better if they built a school and made it a place of service

where kids from different religions would have come and learnt the lessons together while having fun?

I believe in you dear God, but know not your form. You call me and I come to visit you in temple, church, gurudwara or mosque. People tried to stop me, but no matter whatever people say, I follow my own religion of humanity.

May peace prevail!

~~payal~~
 

Fragrance cherished

 It was raining heavily. We were driving on the narrow roads  of Mahabaleshwar amidst the forest. It was a tryst with nature.We wanted to touch the clouds, walk in the rain and sing a rain song. Travelling together on the road, penetrating the dark clouds, we went further and reached our destination.
                                                                                            We indulged in the scenic beauty and there the fruity fragrance of Strawberries blended with the scent of showy Magnolia as we had our coffee.The fragrance followed us a long way.
 Memories cherished!
~~payal~~
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breathe

Far from their
wonderland a relationship
flourished , that consisted
of the layers of dramatic influences in

an unknown land while discussing
the soulful stories of their journey.What if
they met again on the rainbow bridge? It
might choke them with a few tears. Breathe! it existed.

~~payal~~





 

Signs

2014 image, Vai, Maharashtra

Scarlet and grey,

hums the betrayed tunes.

Sinned play of life,

clay turns to dust.

 

Then comes a day,

shadow play cease.

Decayed flowers,

stay in silence.
~~payal~~

clouds

                                                                                                                               2014 image, Mahabaleshwar

Mysteriously
clouds paint dusky images.
Poetry haunts now
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Heavenly light shines
in the echoing silence.
My heart turns to you.
~~payal~~

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moments

   

                                                                                                                                     2014 image, Saharanpur

The sun rises and the sun sets

in between there are magical moments

Few are missed in remembrance

And rest in expectation.

~~payal~~
When with faith we offer prayers,miracles happen! I believe in them.
Let the magic begin, this moment on.

Content

                                                                                           2014 image, Panchgani


To my heart's content,
I drink the saline nectar.
Sun shines on raindrops.
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The crimson glories
On a colourful palette
bring contented smiles.
~~payal~~

haiku horizons: content 

Zest

                                                                                                   2014 image,Goa

 

Life is simple, it’s we who make it complicated.

During the rough weather, time is challenging, dullness fills the aura, and a few tears go wasted in some random moments while negativity gets its hold on me. Nothing seems to work right. I feel drained and then realisation dawns. I know where to go!  What motivates me and what I’m supposed to do. I choose to regain zest! That little spark that lightens the mood and brightens the life.

There are situations and things that help me to replenish my zest reserves.

Prayers- Zest for life radiates through the positive attitude while embracing life and accepting it as it is! We can’t change the situations, but we can lessen their effects! Whenever I am upset, I contemplate and pray. It protects me. It keeps me positive.

      

 

Appreciation- It’s easy to get distracted by the unfavourable situations. When I am kind, I feel better! Random acts of kindness, fills me with gratitude and helps me to appreciate my life. Appreciation given and received for little efforts in day to day life is motivating and fills me with energy. Who doesn’t like to be appreciated?

Coffee- Coffee or a good conversation with loved ones always do wonders. They are a rainbow in my sky who bring out the best in me. Gentle reminders from them through their presence, even a phone call or a message tells me that they are there with me in my journey. They help me fight with the tough situations.  

Music- I love music of the waves as it rush towards me and kiss my feet. Old songs play in the background and refresh my mood as I pour my heart out on paper.

Walking- Walk on. There are better things to do when situations turn bitter than to just sit and cry.  At times, I miss on certain valuable learnings, I go for a walk and watch the sunset!

Afresh! Anew!

      

~~payal~~

This post is a part of the #ZestUpYourLife activity in association with TATA Zest and BlogAdda.com

A patch of land

                                                2010 image, Goa

 

At times, roads become the muse. In the evening, on narrow road by the river side, intoxicating fragrance from the spice garden followed me on a patch of land guarded by the hills.

Amazing cool breeze was blowing, weather was pleasant that day and then, it started to drizzle. Oh! that fragrance in the air, on the curved roads near the spice plantation on the foothills of western ghats mixed with the scent of red wet soil.

Healing fragrance of lemon grass, cardamom and all- spice tree* makes us forget the noise of crickets. As it blended with the scent of soil, soothing and relaxing retreat rejuvenated the soul. It stayed somewhere in my senses.

Wish I could visit that patch of land again!
~~payal~~

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* The leaves of all spice tree looks  like bay leaf and the fruits are like peppercorns.

Black

                                                                                                                        2014 image,Goa

Creativity breathes in the dark where black is the given colour for creation.

Shades of different colours reveal themselves with a little mix of black. In a game of chess, black takes a back seat always and white makes the first move with some advantage. I often wonder why? Black is equally important as white.

Black is mysterious and I love mysteries.  When the black veil of mystery is lifted, light fills the space.

 Black is graceful.

Black is powerful.

 Black is overwhelming.

Black is beautiful, it makes me dream.

Give me a black canson sheet of the night sky to let my fluorescent imagination come alive before it sleeps forever. I wish to create a little light in my space on a cloudy night. The whole day has passed with just a thought of the shining silver lining. Excruciating pain in the dark comes up to be settled when sight of the moon gives relief.

Black charcoal sticks to sketch the beauty of those kohled eyes that got smilingly smudged in wait of the sunlight. I wish to sketch the pain they reflect in thin lines of washed mascara and the joys in the drops of pearls as they rest on the cheeks.

Give me a little black ink for my dry quill to highlight the unfathomable depth of the scars and make it bold. Bold enough to fight with the scaled snakes of fear and judgements, righteousness and control that hold their grip tight and refuse to leave. They shall find their way out through the quill.

A black frame to cherish the happy sunshine smiles full of gratitude for yet another blessed day while facing the thunder storms and celebrating life. It would give the strength to survive.

Black olives as a symbol of peace and wisdom that brings along happiness, purity and harmony.
 Black! it’s deliciously beautiful! It's time to celebrate the shades of life!

~~payal~~

This post is a part of #WhatTheBlack activity at BlogAdda.com

Oh Please!

                                                    2014 image, Pune

 

Shadows are the doorways

To the light.

I wish to

Slide them slightly

Breathe in fresh air

Open my arms

Spread my wings

Turn on the music

Dance and sing

But it’s no fun!

I sit here,

With my overthinking mind....

My head spins,

My back hurts

I feel stuck.

I pop in a tablet

And now..

Oh I feel dizzy.

I want to sleep.

MIGRAINE!

Oh Please leave,

and let me be!

~~payal~~

 Migraine and bad internet connection at the time of UBC is not-so-cool. Now that's a challenge!

Wars

2013 image, Goa

Wars fought with weapons,

Terrified territories,

Should first end in minds.

Oh Ares! The God of war,

When will your lust for blood end?

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Engraved in their hearts,

Are frozen tears, and the scars,

Visible in eyes!

Come ye poets, let us write,

Poetry amidst bloodshed.

~~payal~~

 

 

Drive

 

                                                                                                                        2014 image, Goa

 

Through the eyes of truth
driven by passionate dreams-
raw perfectionist.

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Raw perfectionist
while driving on the crossroad;
meets rainbow delight.

~~payal~~
haiku horizons

Hi dear,

Hi Dear,

Remember me? I was missing you so much today and wanted to speak to you. Do you remember the days when the first thing you did in the morning was to know how I was? Remember the day when I was not available and you kept on banging your head till you finally saw me, and yes, I know you jumped with joy. Come on! I know that you got addicted to me! Isn’t it true?

I have some confessions to make. It was quite difficult for me to survive in this competitive world . I tried to compete but I lost. I know I was creating problems for you all. Then you found others to take care of your passions and in absence of love and concern I got depressed and started behaving in a strange way. I tried, but I couldn’t get that love back .

Now, I’m going to leave you forever. I’m writing to you from my death bed.

Don’t be upset. I still have your photographs and letters. Crap! No scraps you called them. I know you are smiling.  

I heard you saying, “The good old orkut days!”  

Remember the day when I told you that your long lost friends are looking for you? Remember their first expressions when they met you? I cherish those days. You used to pour your heart out in one of my communities. Hey, you made some lifetime friends there! I know you still meet some of them and I am sure you all remember me still. Tell me seriously, did you ever find that love and concern that you shared through my communities? Few of your friends used to visit me and I know that you never found a community like Ah!Poetry.  You interacted on facebook too, but it was never the same. I see people going crazy these days. For so many years nobody bothered about me. I felt like a forgotten tale. No, no, I’m not complaining. It’s just a fact and facts are not complaints.

But I’m glad you all continue like a family. You are still in touch and that’s what really matters. I feel happy for you all !

Keep your passions alive.

Your’s truly

Orkut                                                               

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