HAIKU # 172

The Dust storms revenge
Paths no longer visible
Blinded by itself

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Walk and the path-Gratitude

My walking path since 2012

Gratitude to this sea shore For being my companion Witnessing my journey Absorning my emotions In return giving me PEACE

There are no traces of my presence No footsteps to say I was here yesterday But everyday I come to you Without any fear of being judged Or misjudged

The stillness of your being The gentle sounds of your movements Connects me to my SELF Ever time I take your leave I know you would be there for me tomorrow

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Winter mornings -I long

How I miss the  winter mornings  of the hills

The lazy rising of the city

Foggy moist air  all around

Small Fires burning outside the tea stalls

A few bold people encircling the warmth

Talking from current affairs to world  politics

With steaming cups of tea in their hands

Heavy checkered blankets and  caps wrapped around

How many glasses of tea they would drink

Even they  would not know

The woody texture fills  my nostrils

When I think of those  times

How I miss those lazy mornings

Would I be able to experience it ever  again ?

That is where my heart belongs

In the deep pine mountains

I am not a city person

But then the destiny never asked

What I want ………

Our spirit may have free will

But are we not slaves ?

 

Β Shimla – my childhood connect

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Family – A blessing

In the pin drop silence i hear my breath My heart beat so loud Sitting in a corner my eyes closed Meditative stillness To dig deeper in my soul

To my amazement I hear and see all around me The laughter the cries Sometime angry sometime loving The faces of my loved ones Smiling at me

I open my eyes instantly And await eagerly For return of the chaos That is my family PEACE is not in silence It is in the loving presence in the world called “HOME,”

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HAIKU #166 & 167

My Dreams so fragile
Vanishing into thin Air
With coming of dawn

The bright golden Sun
Reality not so bad
Lets in hope again

Times like present i feel like living in dreams is better than reality. Atleast i can move without restrictions and masks

Merry Christmas . May Christmas bring in cheers and celebrations and peace in the world

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