Dear Readers and Fellow Writers…

A gentle reminder for July’s sales (going gangbusters!.. probably): if you meant to get a copy of “Snowflakes & Ashes….” and haven’t yet, it’s available through several channels, including  Barnes and Noble. (Links to US stores below, but searchable internationally.)

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Incomplete

The sun comes everyday

To lighten the world

From the darkness of night

To bring new hopes and vibes

To melt in the love of shine.

Poetry comes alive

Midnight petrichor
the earth brings me to her and
night time takes me there

Sometimes my best words
come in the small hours
when I should be deep in slumber

With inspiration here

I write with words that always come
formed into lines until I’m done
A synergy that’s oft begun
with inspiration here

Struggle

My pen is shaking

I am agitated

My notepad is topsy-turvy

With the struggle

I revere the most

In this bloomy air.

 

The confusion relies

On my pen

Am I writing sense

Where are the words

What come before

And after.

PURITY

He peeled his skin, to see if

the blood has same purity as

the redness in his eyes,

the fact is silence

in the moonshine.

 

Purity has which colour

red or white

or is it because of the wine,

he coloured him red, to see if

he feels the purity as

the pure love in her eyes.

HEAT

 

The sunburns are red

The tanning is gold

The marks are real

The sweat is glowing

With the heat of the town.

 

She is burning

He is burning

To fire the conscious

To light the lamp

In the heat of the sun.

Spectacular II

Sitting in my garden
blank pages in my book
waiting for my words to fill
from everywhere I look
There’s inspiration ’round me
don’t have to look too far
as life is quite exciting
if not spectacular

Trust

Having layers so thin

Attached to the strings

Important and must

To carry forward

The loyalty in you.

 

Is it difficult or easy

To take the burden

Is it inbuilt or

We have to build the talent

To satisfy the norms.

Be my love!

Take me into your arms

Forget the world

Lean on my chest

To make a move

Of your own.

Take a break

Pack your bags

Take a flight

To the dreams

Of wine.

 

Feel that wooziness

Creating much craziness

Was it a passion

Or a desire?

 

Break the rules

Not the laws

Love the people

Not the pretentious.

Maturity

Maturity is intense

To release the tensed

Coming with drawbacks

In a dose of love.

 

He said, “Maturity is key

to end the unwanted shouts,

trying to be real

along with the reflection

in the eyes.”

LOSE OR GAIN

“Love is the way messengers

from the mystery tell us things.

 

Love is the mother

we are her children.

 

She shines inside us,

visible-invisible, as we trust

or lose trust, or feel it start to grow again.”

-RUMI

Rapid fire round!

He said,“ let’s play

rapid fire round

in a mystic way,

close your eyes

imagine the world

that shines up the sky.”

 

She insisted on the fact

“ why to play this game?

when the glory is all set

to open the wings

of purity and divinity!”

A cup of coffee

Bubbles all around

In my cup of coffee

I first saw him

Sipping the coffee

My upper lip was covered

With froth of desire.

Guidance

Thinking that I have written the best,

rolling my eyes for the appreciation.

 

The mentor was quietly observing the chapter,

the red lines indicated the trouble coming near by.

 

Taking a deep breath to control my nerves,

the words were flying in my head to make a bridge of thoughts.

 

Observation and Implementation!

Observing the sky

In the moonlight

Observing the sea

In the sunlight

Observing the mountains

In the sunshine.

 

In the kitchen!!

That figure

Coming to my mind

Like the intervals of time

With some excuses

To cheat in the present

With the past hours.

 

Why to crib

For the sake of

Was it like a cupcake!

With a strawberry touch

Soft and spongy

To water the lips

With the desire of.

 

The cords have been trashed

That figure is blurred now

With the passage of time

Still wondering in the moonlight

If I could have a glimpse,

I would have shown the courage

Inside the foolish fellow.

 

It sucks just temporarily

When the figure is no more a figure

It has become a dark spot

With some darker shades

Just to ruin you from outside.

 

Smelling the past

Was sometimes an easy attempt

To cook and fry the present

In a crispy way

With a mint flavour

To sauté some figures

In a fresh recipe of life.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar

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PHOTO BY PEXELS

Breakwater sunshadow

Breakwater sunshadow
inspiration to me
speak of a time
I recall vividly

When Victorian lines
to the low water reach
with sea-sculpted grandeur
adorned every beach

Scratch of pen

At this early hour a soft caress
as morning greets the day
and gently, with a growing light
pushes night away

A silence reigns, a pinprick fall
with no one else around
so scratch of pen on paper there
barely makes a sound

Journey

I blog at Megha’s World

HAIKU: LOOK UP AT THE STARS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If You Just Don’t Feel

Brevity

Time slips in sips of passing vibrant life
as age bends to tend this quiet immortal wife,
yet waits escape in poignant water’s cool relief
drawn to shallows hallowed shore, counting out the brief
spent lives, resting on the oars.

photo courtesy of public domain

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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A poet through and through

And now at last it’s quiet
Just the ticking of the clock
and the humming of the fridge
Little here for me to knock
So before I climb the stairs
and get the rest my body needs
My pen must get to paper
as some inspiration pleads

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Expect

“To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect”
― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

Behind a closed door
Inside a long beautiful veil
After a long wait
a glimpse of him
through that passing train