WHISPERS: Rain, Rain... Rain again

Some of my Haiku from past... 

Sculpture at Famous Sun Temple in India
Konark

In the eternity of love
Time is
my sole contemporary
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Heights of my happiness
Has its roots
In my deepest pain
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Climbed the peaks
Down, with my path
Now it’s time to fall
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Every peak
Has its valley of pain
Fall in love
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This one post is about passionate nights of love... the desires that grow within one’s purity of love, cast by the chaos of mind... sometimes one is not able to control what one wants to do and what one desires in its deepest passionate thoughts...

Rain, rain... rain again
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Rain, Rain..
Rain, again
Brings out the desires
Of wet drops
Slithering down the spine
Touching crevices
Of passion

Easing out the worst
From the dusty shell
Digging out darkness
Of a tarnished soul

Touch me with drops
Of your love
In mouth full of salivating lust
A touch that desires
The shortest distance
Between my soul to yours
Lips to lips
While tongue of sinful pleasures
Gropes in the dark senses
Blindness of souls

Rain Rain
Wash the need
And cleanse my soul
With desireless
Wetness
Between entwined legs
Between writhing souls
Gasping for breath
In the chaos
That is mind, my soul

I plunge
- Into your heights
That is my depth
-To intense lightness
Of your being
That is tumultuous darkness
Of my oceans
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Shashi@2006
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

Submitted to Poetry Potluck WK 48 that I am hosting at Jingle Poetry community... please have a look at the great talent that have gathered there.
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Nature and life...

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 

If you like to know more about HAIKU, please read a feature I have had written about it... Click Here
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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