The Glass Vase

My own glistening eyes I see
In a thousand reflections
On the remnant pieces 
Of my favorite glass vase
May be, the cracks
Were always a part of it.
Inherent , incomprehensibly subtle or invisible
From my rose tinted fools paradise.
Blood flows through my cracked fingers
As I try to pick up the fragments
One by one , each  hurting me anew
Leaving yet another scar ..
With a broad sweep ,
I want to shove them away
The many scattered glass daggers
That my once beautiful vase became.
Ringing fresh in my ears
The laughter of crackling glass 
Bringing thoughts of happy past.
Distracted , I hurt myself again.
Leaving 'time' to dry the glistening drops
Of blood and tears on glass,
I look into your loving eyes to find
That strength to walk away.

Beautiful Days - 2

 

[Photo courtsey (Vijay Madhavan)]

End of a long day

Sun paints an orange canvas

Hope for tomorrow.

Beautiful Days - 1

I have been trying to get back to blogging with little success. So when my husband started sending me pictures of beautiful views he'd seen , I decided to spend some time each day to write a Haiku in memory of the simple beautiful  things that catch our eyes every day. Here's the first.

Dazzling full moon face

Smiles out of her sky blue veil

Lake glows in response.

P.S :  Picture taken by my husband (Vijay Madhavan) and this was a view from our deck .

It's Elementary!

She was a thin happy - go lucky young girl and she loved Chemistry. Chemical elements fascinated her and she she spent hours poring over the periodic table. When it was time to create her first email , she  did not have to think .True to her personality , she chose it to have the domain @cheerful.com and the password? Something that started with the same letter as her name and had its atomic mass , the same as her. It was elemenetary! She thought in glee as she typed in her first ever password

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P.S : I'm back to blogging after a very very long break..

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Pookkalam

It is Onam in my Kerala today and seeing all of the Onam wishes on facebook , made we remember the colorful pookkalams that were once an integral part of my childhood.

A basket of tiny white Thumba,
A handful of red Chembarathi,
Yellow Jamanthis , Not to forget
A dash of Orange Jendu-mallis,

All plucked and placed 
On a green plantain leaf
Ready to be transformed
Into a bright pookkalam

Ten days , it seemed to all
That flowers bloomed
With a strength of purpose
In supreme pride and glory

To beautify homes
And unify families
Over the design and creation
Of a beautiful flower carpet

Time goes by , fading 
Those colors into memory
They appear again, albeit
As wishes on my Facebook wall.

Making flowers bloom once again
White Thumba , red Chembarathi,
Yellow Jamanthi and Orange Jendu-malli
In my mind's  ona pookkalam.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Colors - Haiku

Blue , green , yellow , red

Laughing in silver chatter

My rainbow bangles.

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Black pen, white paper

Green eyes on teal blue sky

A colorful poem.

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Red Sindoor , black Kohl
Maroon Mailanji, gold ring
An Indian Wedding

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I know Blog Adda takes Indian time midnight for its WOW entries , but couldn't resist writing a bunch of colorful Haikus when I saw this week's topic.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Stereotype

Be true to myself

A stereotype ? Never!

I wish, hope , pray.