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Autumn Cloud

Autumn Cloud

Perplexed, lost in it’s journey,

Lonely autumn cloud.

You are at wrong place seeking help.

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Working : Summer Haiku

Work in Summer

Work in Summer

 

Little gray summer bird,
sings and flies, sings and flies.
Back to my work.

I Believe : Reblogged

The basis of some us are not me but you
The foundation of some togetherness is freedom
For some meeting there is no future
As there is no past – just a belief of omnipresence
There are no death – no birth
Of feeling that knows its there to give, forever
Where dreams has no boundary
It’s free to rise and go where it wants

I believe so I keep loving
I believe so I keep walking to my dream
I believe so I know you are mine
I believe so I don’t need to fight for you
I believe so I keep giving
I know there is love – so I keep living

Kite: Haiku, Spring 2015

Kite

Trapped Kite

Spring breeze blows away the last leaf,
The lost kite dangling among the naked branches;
Still captive.

Boatman’s Tune

Abode of Horus

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

Misty eyes of my girl peek from the cloud,
She never griped yet huger cried aloud,
And I row out the waves, away from the crowd;
But I won’t sing the boatman’s tune –
Coz its home my home where lies my fortune!

Wiry arms and blistered hands,
Ample catches shifts to barren sands,
God must be at distant lands;
But I won’t sing the boatman’s tune-
Coz its home my home where lies my fortune!

I scour the surf from noon to moon,
Her misty eyes are my bane and boon.
I won’t sing the boatman’s tune –
Coz its home my home where lies my fortune!

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Coming back to Friday Fictioneer’s hosted by die-hard Beetles fan Rochelle ! The prompt automatically made me sing “Bhatiyali” a folk song style of Bengal’s boatmen, and this was in memory to them !

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Autumn Blues

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Once again I come back to

The memories of moist lips and darting black eyes

Return of the autumn blues

 

Autum Windchime

Wind Chime

Wind Chime

 

Chilly wind and dark clouds of autumn,

Brings her coded message; unsure wind-chime tinkle,

Swings left – right – left.

 

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