WHISPERS: Memories to live by...

Some of my HAIKU that I have had written some time back in the Face Book Group Whisper’s that suddenly got archived without my knowledge. So trying to salvage some of the words that I have had written and putting it in another new group... WHISPERS click here to read some more 

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Sea and shore
Pulsating rhythm - high and low
An endless coming together
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Our soul songs of the night
Flowers into a milky way
Across our heart
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The memory of her outstretched
Un-held hand
Aches all the time.
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I know one day
You will get up and leave
Till then, let me make memories to live by
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The below verse is based on a painting "Death and Life" which I came across in my recent visit to Belvedere Museum in Vienna where I saw this painting by Gustav Klimt was exhibited. This painting opened a new window within me to see a new perspective of my living...

Gustav Klimt's 'Death and Life' c 1910-1915
From Belvedere Museum - 3rd July, 2011

Sometimes, my thoughts whisper to me about life, living and who actually I am. Sometimes I am the mind, sometimes I am the soul, and sometimes I am the result of the past, living in ‘now’... sometimes I am nothing but just ‘someone’ who lives within and dares to whisper...

I AM THAT
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Sometimes when I wake up
I know that I am dead
And being dead is not easy
As it bleeds in ‘now’
In moment by moments of living
Foot prints of red
Tree lined paths of memory
Stretched from here to eternity
Ocean full of scents
Of past memories

I search within
For the life
Knowing it was dead too.

But being dead is not easy
It still pains
And I wonder, in all my awakenings
Why it still pains
when senses are already dead?
When thoughts are already numbed
Into silent screams of mind – unleashed
By constant throbbing of
This un-living;
Why still it pains?
Why?
And yet the question is

Who is this talking to me about it now?
Me?
Who is dead?

 Or is it ‘me’
The unknown
The unravelled
The one that can never be dead
Unattached, untouched and unscathed
An emptiness

A shell full of darkness behind light
Un-dead
I am that
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ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

This is the second week I am hosting Poetry Potluck on JP – a group of great and talented poets, who gather around to write something on a theme. This week it’s themed on “ART” and I am calling it ‘Painting Whispers’

Submitted to Poetry Potluck WK 44
Click on to read some great talent and add your own verse, thoughts and paint some whispers....

This is also going to be submitted to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry – another online group of talented artists and poets...
click here to submit your own and read some great poets...

(This opens on coming Wednesday, so you will have to wait till then...)

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Cuckoo’s Song and smell of love                                                              

WHISPERS: Cuckoo's Song and smell of love...

Recently I have been invited my J H Poetry to host their Poetry Potluck beginning week 43 and hope to have some great time reading and writing ...

Below are some of my Haiku about Love, life and living... Hope you will all enjoy it. The main poetry of this week below ‘Cuckoo’s Song’ is about some times when you wake up, you realise that whatever life you have had, is not much about present or future but past... about learning from pain.... We almost always not able to still the ‘Past’ into beauty that is living, loving and the life that is ‘now’ – the present.

Sun set at Danube River in Vienna -  Where I spent some time in reflection
It inspired me to write some of the Haiku below....

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My love smells

Like earth, flowing softly in Danube River

To the end

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Only when I could find my sun

I can jump over my shadow

To ‘be’ – A reality

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All love that’s kept

Subdued in silence

Poisons heart

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Sunset in Poland - Krosno

CUCKOO’S SONG

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I wake up to

The cuckoo song

With the sunrise

Knocking on my broken window

As the sun rays tip-toed into an awakening

Bleeding all over the shards of life
Strewn across the floor of my living

And all my pent up living

‘Within’

Implodes

Like a perpetual slow motion

Of memories, stuck at the night

Of your living

‘Within’ me.

As my present explodes

Within my waking

Into fragments of past

Another beginning begins of another end.

I cease to exist

To be what I

Could have been

I dig at the grave of my living

To uncover what life

Could have been

Slowly I crawl out of living

To a life that

Could have ...

All that is left now

Is stillness of love

An unfathomed depth

A torrential pain

Not yet stilled into beauty

Of a life – living – love

It has, still, not learned the cuckoo’s song

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ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

Submitted to Poetry Potluck WK 43 at Jingle Poetry and One Shot Wednesday WK 53 at One Stop Poetry. Please click on the names to read great poets and add your own...

 

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Lost in emptiness....

WHISPERS - The Seed is Planted

Some of my Haiku below and a verse about Happiness that is lost...

 "Othello and Desdemona" by Alexandre-Marie Colin, 1829

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The tremors of your whispers

Resonates still in my broken heart

With sounds of shattered glass

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THE SEED IS PLANTED

Dew drops, settle softly on the lips

Of  evening star

Love, flowers

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Do you still think of me
Some times; when ocean scent
Caresses your lips
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How to save a drop of Happiness from Drying Up

As time takes it toll

People drift apart

As life takes its turns

Spiraling friends away

As the present walks into unknown future

Given enough space

Belongingness too fades away into memories of past

In the sands of time
Then

To save a drop of happiness
From drying up

Drop it

In the sea of the togetherness

That was,
That is and that will be

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Om Namah Shivaya
Submitted to One Shot Poetry Wednesday WK 15
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Submitted to Poetry Potluck WK 46. Please have a look at wonderful and creative works of talented poets and add your own... Click here