Tanka

I am adding few of my Tanka together. Each of them are separate poems just coordinated under one title.

# Prompt: Remembering the place where something started:

Autumn sky
Blue ocean
Two people standing
Missing heart beats
Promises to keep.

# Prompt: Remembering the place where something started:

The puja that year
Amid festive shakharibazar
Millions celebrating Durga
While two pairs of eyes busy
Finding each other.

# Prompt: climbing tree

Our big ancestral home
Mother takes her afternoon nap
I secretly crawl out of the bed
Hanging my legs down from the tree
Having a little guava alone.

# Prompt: climbing tree

Bruised and injured
Almost everyday
A cut here and a cut there
Trying to get down from a tree
I miss being naughty!!

# Celebration:

Fresh jasmine in the vase
Spiced chicken and yellow rice
Rice pudding and vermicelli
New clothes on everyone

Let celebration begin!!!

#life of objects:

cluttered toys all over the carpet
anthology of poetry lies in bed
a tea cup, a rocking chair, a mirror
that fragrance, a face
is what the life is made of….

#catching up with myself

Early morning sunbeam splashes
on the clustered bed we sleep
 the tall tree from neighbor's house peep
alone awake and husband sleeping
with myself I do a little talking.

# music and words

Let the memory be mine
All the music played
All the words spoken
Walking by your side
Saving my last dance for heaven.

# lonely sparrow

I have heard him chirping
sitting at the grill of my balcony
on a lonely summer noon
as if he was singing out his sorrow
a tired lonely sparrow…

# Missing you

Missed you all day
The wind blew without your scent
Didnt see a silhouette that resembles yours
What an empty barren day it was
Me and waiting more…

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Little pleasures in life
Sunshine on my window
A surprise kiss
Jasmine in the garden
Give joy unbound.

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I am waiting for you
I know you are coming
May be not as yourself
May be as someone else
But I know you will, Che.

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My lusty eyes dont ignite magic
My presence doesnt light fire
I have been pushed to my limit.
The knives are out for me
For the burning desire!!

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how did mom smile
when she saw me first
was it joy with pearl drops
she smiles at me perhaps
the same way now

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October 10 # scents of childhood

Beautiful rainy morning
Dark clouds and heavy wind
Clean greens and wet soil
Age old rusty smell
Childhood rain beckons

October 10 # scents of childhood 2

Childhood remembered
Lentil rice called ‘khichuri’
Spicy curry beef
Thats how a rainy day
Smelled usually

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#seedpods from trees

The mother Basil
Bloomed in lavish green
Died in winter
spreading seeds around
new ones world bound….

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Coffee brewing
Devil’s tree from window
Sausages and poached egg
Lonely morning
On your face the sun glow!!

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Have you ever wondered
Waiting outside a labour room
Waiting for a tiny little face
Living together is beautiful
Tears of joy and sorrow!!

Reviews

[rnuff]

Wow, simply amazing writing skills here. I enjoyed this

[Rakhsharimaya]

Thank you so much.