Tuesday, September 11, 2012


                             CHERISHED EYES ELATE,
                     GENEROUS SHOWER UNLEASHED.
                               AH! IT RAINED AGAIN.

                                 MELLOW TUNES I HEAR
                                  ECSTASY SETTLE WITHIN,
                                      DULCETLING TO LIFE  

                           PAPER BOATS I SAIL FRESH
                       TO ANOTHER LAND, MESSAGE THEM
                                        PURE ONSET OF RAIN!

No hidden fact I love rains alot... dedicated purely to that joy which rains fill in me :)

This haiku is written for Haiku Heights and the prompt for today's September challenge is "RAIN."


Monday, September 10, 2012


                                 SCENTS OF EARTH!
                                        TRULY DIVINE ARE
                                          PEARLS OF RAIN!

Its raining beautifully in my reign of earth! I couldn't think anything beyond the rain when saw the prompt divine...
Rains in Muslim mythology marks the showering of blessings, apart from that the first thing it tickles in me is "undefinable amount of excitement."
the divinely organization of nature is of course admirable and in every way inspiring the balance it bestows on us... TRULY DIVINE!

The scent of earth is enormously effective or say magical for sinuous patients ( Today learned at collage! ^_^)

Have a blessed and enjoyable RAIN!

The haiku is written for Haiku Heights the prompt for today's September heights is "DIVINE"

Friday, September 07, 2012


She wore the stars on her hand and she
wore the sky on her sleeves and she wore
The wind in her hair while the evening breeze
wound 'round her hand like a emblem of love
and she walked and she walked and she walked

She's alive, she's alive, she's alive
she wore her dreams broken, she wore her dreams whole
love-bites of her life on her skin and her soul
and she stood in the haze of the dimming days
but she's alive, she's alive, she's alive
you can find her and tell her that she is a dream
the most beautiful silence that you've ever seen
and your roses will wilt and your roses will bloom
and she'll live all the days in between
because she's alive, she's alive, she's alive

And you can write her down so she is read again and again
because i will tell you how she wore her pain:
she wore the stars on her hand and she
wore the sky on her sleeves and she wore
the wind in her hair while the evening breeze
wound 'round her hand like a emblem of love
and she walked and she walked and she walked
she's alive, she's alive, she's alive


Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect her to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.

Love is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can’t live without it. What you don’t learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn’t worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it.

Love isn't her calming you down when you yell. It’s her yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn't her bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable.

It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet her showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not her saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it’s not her caressing your hair and telling you that everything’s going to be alright. It’s her standing there, admitting he’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person’s hand and said “here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you. As long as you have it.”
It makes us crazy. It makes us invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. Because love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It’s about scaring the crap out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it. And it’s a lot better than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of difference between feeling ‘happy’ and feeling whole.

Life is a challenge, and so is love. Things never come easy in life; if they do, memories are rare, suffering won’t get you through the tough times, there’s nothing to look back on. There’s no mistakes that you learn from. In the end, it’s all worth it.

Thursday, September 06, 2012


I don't spend enough time doing the things I should do. I am stuck somewhere between responsibility and dreams. I want to live life intensely, loudly, poetically. Instead I am walled off. Hidden behind of veil of strength and propriety.
Am I broken? Am I healing? Am I incapable of intensity? Have I lost my passion? Have I just become too strong? An impenetrable fortress? Am I worried about what others will think? Am I afraid of reflection? Of rejection? Am I afraid of what I will find if I dig deeper?
 I am afraid that I will be misunderstood. Rejected. Pushed aside for not being what is expected, undesired. It is scary to put your soul out there. I am in awe of those who are able to find the words, the brush strokes, the lens view, to truly show their view of the world, their soul, their inner most person.
I don't let that part of me out very often. I want to be brave enough to live without that fear of the rain.

I sit and watch
as the rain falls
 from a sky so dark and gray

Is this life
a crying sky if so,
not even I can fight

I'm tired of hurting 
I'm tired of tears 
I'm tired of being alone for all these years

I want peace
and I want love 
I want to break free
to fly above!

Monday, September 03, 2012


                       Each phase shows of mine,
                                Unique story!

                         No shine of my own,
              Not fake even,what charm seen to
                         Intimate worlds heart!

A moon as we all know has no shine of its own yet a unique reflection.. A unique phase with each growing night.. Why don't we look upon the mechanism exhibited by nature and immerse it in our lives too? why don't we grab the light of hardship to make a unique shine of our own...
to which the world look and get inspired loved ones find solace in our shine...

The name Maharukh means "A person with a face of moon", but does a moon has one face? no it changes from time to time and has uniqueness of its own... I wish to ponder within the meaning and reflect my life with the mechanism of nature...

The haiku was written for September challenge by Haiku Heights for the prompt today "MOON"


                      Once upon a time I heard
         That the flying moon was a Phoenix bird;
              Thus she sails through windy skies,
              Thus in the willow’s arms she lies;
            Turn to the East or turn to the West
             In many trees she makes her nest.
              When she’s but a pearly thread
             Look among birch leaves overhead;
                                  When she dies in yellow smoke
                Look in a thunder-smitten oak;
             But in May when the moon is full,
            Bright as water and white as wool,
              Look for her where she loves to be,
               Asleep in a high magnolia tree.

Sunday, September 02, 2012


                                  Settling reality
                   meadows mean nothing lately
                        loneliness hurts!

                                  air so void
                     without your scent!
                          now it hurts!!! 
     Loneliness is the most fatal disease I have faced so far and mostly fatal when the you are addicted to that person...   People who occupy a major part of my heart are away always from me...
the emptiness which makes your heart ache and tear down into bits! the new morning willing to rise only if they are around...  surrounding dark and still hoping to find light.. still waiting for them to come...
Time and again I have dealt with it and so far haven't a cure for it... Hope there is some..! :(

The haiku was written for September challenge by HAIKU HEIGHTS and the prompt today is "LONELINESS!"


                              ensembled nature!!!
                  poignant colors of rainbow,
                       appeal to live life!

Colors fascinate me a lot.. every color like narrating a story of its own the change in them from one level to another describing life as it is...
A beautiful gift of nature, Rainbow! 
Its another change of atmosphere after a rain... symbolize life for me.. :)

This haiku was written for September challenge by haiku heights and the prompt today was "COLORS"


                           SUNSET EMERGE BRIGHT!
                           ABOVE THE DRAWBRIDGE I SEE
                                A SCENIC MORNING!

Everyday has a new set of opportunities waiting for us, open your vision and look through the barrier a whole new sky waiting to embrace your life!

The haiku was written for September challenge at Haiku heights And the prompt was "drawbridge"