WHISPERS: Love, Destiny and Death

I have been very busy for these few months on my work front as well as I was not in the proper frame of mind due to some personal tragedy, in recent times, to actually sit down and write some of my thoughts and Haiku. But then the Indiblogger event happened which reminded me that there is always some time to do things that you are passionate about so got me to write these Haiku and verses. So you see a lot of pent-up emotions are here to explode and now all those thoughts and feelings are rushing back to surface... hope you could relate to it all.

Pain leaves traces of what

It was; Love, what it would be

In drifting apart

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Destiny is thread

That weaves the tapestry of

Life, in broken hearts

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Love is clear mirror

Of soul; unveiled beyond dust of

Memories and lust

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DEATH

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Every sound of silence

In its solitude

Reverberates through

A whole life - unlived

All that a flower

Springs forth, in flowering,

Is the beauty of the fall.

Remember, a day soon will dawn

When even the memories

Will not stay behind

To mourn

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Shashi @ Oct 2012
ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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WHISPERS: Dreams

I am sharing some of the Haiku from this week and long verse “Dreams” inspired by some the protagonists of Secessionist Movement from Vienna, namely Gustav Klimt and Egon Schiele. To read more of my thoughts on the movement and see some amazing paintings (including the world’s costliest painting sold), click here....

Death and Life by Gustav Klimt c 1910-15

Loving is an art

That one unlearns

From Childhood

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The wounded only know

The color of pain

Bleeding red

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I hear

The emptiness

Nothing exists

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Cardinal and Nun Caress - Schiele c 1912

DREAMS

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Dreams have color of your eyes

Hues of your smile, interwoven in fabrics

Of passion into caresses of soul

As sun set, a deep yearning

Sleep walks into night

I live on and on

In my dreams

Lingering sensation of your touch

Tremble like dew drops

On my lips

Beads of sweat run down

In passionate cries

Etching bloodlines

Between ecstasies and sighs,

Wrinkled folds unfolds

In the depths of the sea

As waves upon waves of desire

Laps it up, in a feverish dream

Buried in throes of passion

Gasping for breath

I break free

Dreams precipitates

The reality of my ‘being’

Into existence

And I live

On and on

In my dreams

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Shashi @ 2011

This is submitted to dVerse Poets Open Link Night WK 22, if you would like to read really some great talented poets as well as add your own, please click here....

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ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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