Inspired by Solitude

Photo: Nostalgia by vijitapillai © 2016 Gazing out the window, was never so hurting before - disturbance that well the eyes and the heart roars, a song of melancholy hums from within - - no drop of hope the cloud gets; that could touch the skin. Watching patterns of clouds in puddles was fun before, tarred roads reflected on clouds today, making it look sore. Wish of a selfish me, was to see the crying clouds, I hoped to see the hope that wished me luck aloud. ... and then the drops poured down, in a gush to we t the ground, a melting heart, emotions drenched, dry me, but wet surround. I get to the edge, open windows, and allow the water in, the body soaked and so the mind, in world of feelings akin - - Moist soil brings to me memories of the days bygone, for some time now, solitude is where I found the cozy zone. I believe clouds wished the same for me, water trickle down my eyes, Earth rejoice the moments of now, while I celebrate past. Nos...

gossiping clouds, cluster and drift apart designing patterns In response to "Use th at Quote" at CDHK Clouds in different shapes

smiling through sunshine and weeping through gloomy mist Cloudly emotions In response to "Use that quote" at CDHK

Eager to see buds and also the newly borns; And when both grow and bloom, wait for timely withering and to slowly part with life.

In the deep dark night she knocked at my eyelids, calmly she entered; I expected few roses but she offered only thorns!

Presenting a tanka on water, for CDHK's Theme week holds significance, but nothing to its credit - no colour, shape, taste - - accommodates everything setting up an example.

Leaves swaying and wavering mind Trunk rooted like legs on ground Arboreal instincts

rejuvenated by daily morning yoga sound mind and body In response to CDHK's prompt Carpe diem#1206 on "Yoga"

Memories puddled as drops of rain hit the roads - wet pebbles and frogs.  In response to MLMM's Heeding haiku with Chevrefeuille on the topic "frog"

Squalls of wrecked emotions and tears fight within for calm; no fear - to stop the storm of solitude; sojourn in abode of peace. Wandering through rough cold path, no more depression and wrath. Mind - - nude; finding abode of peace. In response to photo challenge#168 at MLMM and Quadrille#34 at dVerse poets pub

Lavender and blue Chiming against green and brown Bunch of little bells In response to carpe diem#1201 at CDHK 

with warmth of a kiss gently covers my body graceful summer wind My response to Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille  at MLMM

PC:  Paul Whitener (1911-1959) Big Bluff of Humpback Mountain, 1955, Oil A voice echoes from the depth of this art, “his” wishful perseverance to marvel a craft. In its silence is hidden a message so worth, colourful extravaganza is not for earth - effortless, subtle and unblemished beauty, hues of green’s enough to make it pretty. In response to Margaret's challenge at IGWRT, titled " Artistic interpretations with Margaret - Small town inspiration... " 

the nuptial knot binding for eternity two intimate hearts PC:  http://wallpapers-hd.eu/two-hearts-under-umbrella/ In response to CDHK Summer Retreat 2017 on "Unconditional love"

Angelic love; invincibly pure and serene from womb to grave PC: Google image In response to CDHK Summer Retreat 2017 on "unconditional love"

Just you and me in the silent dark night and budding romance                        PC: Google images In response to CDHK Summer Retreat 2017 on the topic unconditional love.

In response to CDHK's Summer Retreat 2017 on the topic "Unconditional love" Two attracted souls love  lit magic in hearts True love forever! PC: google image

Pattern on sand designed to tune of music played by wind PC:http://hdwallpaperbackgrounds.net/sossusvlei-wallpapers/ In response to Summer Retreat at CDHK.

PC: google images The mystical vast universe beholds certainty of enigmatic life and beyond. Unfolds the tale of cosmic supremacy woven together to manifest destiny. Aether for shelter, water for living, fire for power and air for being. Strength and harmony bestowed by land Humans on it, composed of grains of sand. Undoubtedly then, when the sparkle’s gone, He’s returned to the sand all alone. PC: google images In response to " Midweek Motif- A grain of sand ", hosted by Sumana Roy.

PC:  http://www.hdwallpaperup.com I am the canvas You are the artist Lend me your colours I am the canvas unfilled and colourless awaiting your touch You are the artist paint me in your feelings whet your mood Lend me your colours of love, lust, leisure and grief make me one with you In response to  Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille at MLMM.  The original haiku was written for CDHK's Summer Retreat 2017 themed "unconditional love".

PC: Clipart library I am the canvas for you to spill paints of love lend me your colours In response to CDHK Summer Retreat 2017

to the fading waves says the loyal waiting shore "come again soon" In response to CDHK Summer Retreat 2017 I have li'l idea about usage of dialogues in haiku or making a conversational haiku. It sounded good to me, so linking it up.  I will be pleased to hear from you, my friends, if dialogue in haiku exists, and if not, does it sound good...

Picture from MPR News on outsider art. I am the inside outsider Indebted to - birth and life - - For the rent free costly survival here and life extension year after year. For the consistent untruly hopes from dears and false myths to keep away fears. I am the inside outsider Blind, deaf and dumb– I see deceit others and I wear but life is the brightest lie, one can only - stare. Ocean of lies I say and hear but life is the widest lie, one can only - bear. I am the inside outsider I am not of this land, water and air, Do not know -  I belong -  where? I found my temporary accommodation here, A life with some satisfaction, more scare, Dawning on me, my existence is - -   but mere! In response to " Outsider art" by Karin gustafson at Imaginary garden with real toads .

We are the jigsaw puzzle - when glued together, You complete me!

trailing a pattern ink drop merges in water; My love blends in your's!

PC: Mi Young Lee …and when the cassette began to rewind - I looked at what I earned and lost on my way. The reel showed a vibrant mosaic of colours; a patch of happy as well as bad times. No turns, no ups, nor downs but straight, I assessed the path of my emotional life. All the grouch seems useless now, time had been kind and always on my side. With every dark patch it offered a light zone, And all through with love and support of the own… In response to Susie's "Bits of imagination" at IGWRT .

In love for light, flies advance to ignited lamps, for a burning death

absence of judgement, acceptance without demands, boundless affection.

To the one I have been waiting for, Find my love - - still young and enamoured, read through this li’l note and give me your word. It’s been a score that you’ve managed alone, You’d live for them, but now they’re grown. They’ll choose their ways ‘n will be gone, solitude - - is what you will own – or maybe you’ll shuttle like a birdie over net, so why not hold my hands instead? -  let’s build our new nest! Continuing the wait… Linking this to the post card poem prompt at dVerse poets pub .

Strength to hide tears - Intense, inviolable Love - unconditional!

Radiance of love bestowed upon earth, by sun He earns no returns

She looked after eggs that cuckoo laid in her nest; Ah! Motherly love!

unconditional love in a heart, pure and clear - no room for fear

Body drenching in the rain; mind in past thoughts, painted in moistened eyes

MLMM Heeding haiku with   Chèvrefeuille (lighthouse) Life was tired granting her all goodness and wishes. Tremors hit her land sweeping away all that was dear, leaving her all alone. Acceptance does not come easy to us. The strong hills stood behind her, no sooner, beneath her. The swaying winds brought to her a painful song of the dead, and a wishful invitation. She stepped to the edge, a stone rolled down, a li’l thud and a cry. Her distracted self, ignored the cry that slowly raised louder. The mother in her made a swift turn. Her search ended, grabbing him in her arms. An incentive she wouldn’t want to lose. Composed, though late and hard. Her new journey began. roaring waves tower, finding path in the dark sails, a ship to lighthouse I am new to writing haibun and have made maximum efforts in crafting this. I welcome criticism whole heartedly! help me learn and write more :)

PC: www.cuded.com She is -  today -   a still log- tethered to savour, eyelids treasure – those tears, from severed memories, of the penny gush ‘bout this lavish city.  The girl she knew - insignificant, grovelling at feet; now measures her worth, with her visitor’s count. The night is sore somewhere here; beholds tears from rotten carcass - Early scavengers undressed and caressed, she now mourns her breathing death. Her reflection denies a dream the iris still holds; Past had it – a nightmare; her altered, ruined reverie, She refuses to close her eyes, but to hide dew from the last fun-filled ruthless night, where glossy lips seduced and the heart within cursed few. For mindlovemisery menagerie's wordle#150 and poem sketch at IGWRT: Words used (penny gush, lavish, girl, iris, mutable (here, altered), grovel, insignificant, count, reflection)

Swift descend followed routinely by graceful rise My response to   Carpe Diem #1170 fountain

She is a flirt-  her charm casted on sane, an addiction; her seduction to be blamed – her concealed superlative unmatched beauty, like sparkle on waves of afternoon sea, the earthliness of mud – on a day, rainy, she’s a filthy, sultry love epitome. She is the freshness of vanilla, plumpness of berries, Boldness of citrus and cinnamon woody. She is the ecstatic blooms and pulpy fruits, and impulse of fragrances; whisking minds. She is the unembellished adornment; timid’s chaste and strength to dare, the urge of sublime consummation; and the essence of womanhood. PC: pinterest In response to "Bits of Imagination -Perfume" with Susie Clevenger, at Imaginary garden with real toads. and Linking to "Open link #191" at dVerse poets pub

Welcome friends to my kitchen of colours. There's some cooking happening in here... I wish you enjoy this recipe ;) Linking to  Play it again toads! at Imaginary garden with real toads (73 words with Mama Zen) and also to  Sanaa's Prompt nights at A dash of sunny  Emptying can n’ squeezing the tubes; With pinch of black - or - white for hues - brushes to splash; a knife to spread all from kitchen - to - canvas;       not bread! Clear portions of neat julienne; spherifications around when drying is done. Haven to mind – the colourful palette, Food for soul that has - colour savouring palate! Magic of love n’ varnish preservative Relish this painting, do you find it attractive? ©Vijita Pillai, 2016

settling dew and the glowing white tells night’s tale For CDHK#1166 http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.in/2017/03/carpe-diem-1166-nightflower.html

For Quadrille#27 on "giggle" This one depicts a raw emotion of laughing at one's own past and accepting it as inanity out of innocence Wind hums music; calm and low, muffled within is vortex of emotions-  with ages receded red rose charm - Once where rested my innocence, cradles lullaby today to your naïve – Separated from me; you stand with another and one, Past, is now, only giggles.

For Quadrille#27 at dVerse - poets pub A fun take on "giggle" PC: Dailymotion Li’l ones gather to sing their jingle Jingling offbeat notes in a bizarre mingle A mingler joins, now closely snuggle On random broken noises from bugle Amusing bugler, funny bones giggle The giggling little, slowly get to jiggle From jiggling loud laughs, happiness trickle

For Sanaa's prompt night on "Through the eyes of my friend" PC: http://wallpaper-gallery.net/wallpapers/cool-cartoon-wallpapers.html When life threw me in deep darkness, whose depth and girth I could not see, wished I had a li’l way out, where hopeful light appeared to me. Few torches then approached closer, Skeptical - “my desire granted”? Oh, I be in no doubts .. life has never been so kind, In the pairs of eyes that came by, Saw my worth, to which I was blind To the gloom, they were not just light, Friends in the dark, they were light of life …

PC: www.emaze.com Minutes before I pass down, unveiling my identity, My bearer, I wish to say-be prepared to have their pity. I fathom your despair; for I am not the first, there were also two ‘n three! I understand-- for your people, it’s blissful-“he”, discontent-“she”! In this moment of agony your heart cries out and I can see, It’s not this pain, but you weep trepidation; loud prayers that I be “he”. Hard will it be- some abuses, few sympathies; but happiness will flee, Will you still hold me safe, “Mother, will you protect me?” You know you’re lucky, who bloom each time, while few others make desperate plea, If your people are so cruel, I wish in some other womb I could be! The fateful is yet to come-no more in you; it’ll be you and me, If head goes out I will see the ones, who sting you like bee, If firm feet down, I go out; I’ll be safe till knee --- You be brave, let me out, let’s begin with blood and sea, Look around Mother; find a face –t...