Wake up with a song on your lips like the morning bird. Rather than saying all we have to ourselves is a new day , sing we have a new day all to ourselves. Everything is either taken or given.

Haiku for the Ronovan weekly prompt mess and intense, almost hanging from the edge of a hectic week.


blackbird dawn chorus

quiets the inner chaos

launches fresh fervor

Have a freshly baked week. Stay healthy and smile through!


Winter is setting in slowly, almost parallel to an unending monsoon. The sky still going grey and breaking into drizzles. Last few seasons were a lot less rain than usual. The sky seems to be pouring down all its pent up anecdotes to the earth. This means well into winter the showers are still prompting rain haiku. One for the persistent storyteller!

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grey heart sky breaks down

leaves me a thousand squares

asking to be read

November closes with one of the most heartwarming rain stories. Read, reflect and reminisce!

blue green

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A haiku for the water child gurgling her way to who knows where. Not a wink of sleep for the green guardians.

green hills sleep in peace

little child of the valley

whereto you amble

This haiku for the weekly Ronovan prompt- ‘peak and valley’

May your joy rise from the valley and may the peaks echo your laughter! Have a great week ahead 🙂

haiku- nurture

How do we practice without preaching? In the sleepless and tireless world of nature, love and care are practised in gracious silence. Nature schools us in the most unique way!

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morning sun softens

on tender green leaves

nature practises

This is for Ronovan weekly haiku prompt- nurture and nature.

Have a nurturing week ahead 🙂

fall haiku

Woods colored in fall gold and Halloween covered in pumpkin gold. October weaved gold in the air. Back home we had Diwali. Homes lit up in lamps and bazaars smiled decked in marigold strings.

Life moves on, a bit downside, a bit upside. Smile as much when life gives us a chance. Make gold while the Sun shines!

This haiku is for the Ronovan weekly haiku prompt- vapour and howl

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halloween hollers

drown in woods of golden haze

October escapes

May the golden shower see us through November! Have a wonderful day 🙂

#thinking thursday

Life prompts us to pause and think more often than we notice. We must have the mindfulness to catch the clue. So caught up in racing ahead, so caught up in climbing up, we haven’t paid attention to the bruises that needed timely healing. We haven’t realized how many times we shattered to pieces and life was kind. It gave us time to gather ourselves.

Life’s truth unfolds slowly. A small buzz inside tells us it’s time to sit back and reflect. The buzz snowballs into an urgent need until we can no more ignore. Only when we take a step back we realize we have perhaps been overdoing things and running far beyond we can.

We all have a perception of perfection. That which is always at arm’s length. A little more effort, a little more time and we have it sorted, is what keeps us on our toes. We don’t realize that we have actually arrived at our expectation but we have continued to seek. That happens because we have further pushed our idea of perfection. We have set new challenges, new MUST HAVEs, and the marathon continues. But how far can one run! There comes a time when the body stops co operating with our crazy mind. The gaps begin to show, between what we had set out to do and what we have actually accomplished.

Far beyond our prime time when most things can’t be changed, there’s a need to accept and respect the distance we have come. Standing in the midst of a desert and craving for a handful of sand, sitting by the ocean and craving for water, is a sense that sets in midway. We sway wildly between ‘There’s everything’ and ‘There’s nothing’. And there’s still the elusive perfection taunting us from the tip of some mountain. Be sure, nobody has climbed that to claim how life seems from the top. If someone thinks so they are under the spell of an illusion. Despite the pretence people put on to show off ‘perfect’ lives they know where their shoes bite. Thanks to social media where each one is trying hard to project the ‘perfection’ in their lives to the best of their talents. It needs a deep sense of sanity to look beyond what meets the eye.  

we must remind ourselves often-

The ingredients of a happy and fulfilling and contented life vary from person to person. Insulate yourself from people who claim to have ‘perfect’ lives. Know that behind the ‘perfect’ picture many flaws HAVE been hidden. Therefore there’s desperation to display, in the first place! More the perfection, more the flaws. Remember to never get carried away by another’s idea of happiness. You set the rules, you set the pace, you define happiness and you define success. Look back once in a while and cherish your journey. You have been part of the struggles of your loved ones. You have been part of their lives in their moments of joy. You have shared their smiles and tears. You couldn’t be more blessed than this.

Being blessed is not about being rich, successful or being in a constant state of illusion of having an ‘ideal’ job/husband/wife/children/family. Being blessed is about getting an opportunity to touch the lives of our loved ones. Being blessed is about gathering the blessings of our loved ones. By loved ones I don’t mean a selfish little world of our own family. ‘Loved ones’ includes all humanity. Being blessed is about BEING THERE for everyone as much as humanly possible.

I am not sure if I took off on a tangent. One of those days when you feel the need to share! Something everyone knows but saying it becomes a compulsion.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #276 Smoke&Water

the water diaries

rise and fall of ocean mist


I am attempting a haiku challenge for the first time! Look forward to try out more of these interesting prompts going forward. Thanks to Ronovan writes 🙂

All gratitude for the thought provoking picture.

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two for the clouds


born to rule the sky

not all clouds go down raining

some wear silver crowns

There’s still hope! It’s been rather cruel rainy season this year around. It’s a relief to think of it as a silver lining if some clouds wouldn’t rain.

Clouds could be storytellers too. Reading the snowy puffs as they enact a fairytale in the sky.

riding a white horse

he plunged into the ocean

the stories clouds write

tanka for tuesday


a monk of the mist

I turn into lamp fairy

as the sun goes down

I shall whisper to the clouds

if you tell me a story

I have attempted my first tanka ever. Long verse has always been my comfort zone. But haiku/tanka and other short forms have been my guilty pleasure. I have adhered to the 5-7-5-7-7 format and tried to pen something that reads both back and forth. I hope I have maintained the sanctity of the form.

The city that appears as pious as a monk in the morning mist transforms into a fairy of the lamps. The wicks are raised and lit, and it’s storytelling time. Our stories do have the potential to touch the sky.

Happy tanka tuesday!