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Today’s post is for:
Thursday Rally for Poets (which will be held once in every three weeks) @ http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/
the palace
He made a marble palace
from stolen money
cheated and looted others
to decorate its every inch.
The palace shined bright
brighter than the sun
everyone who saw it
gave nothing but compliment.
When he was alone there at night
the marble turned to white skeletons
of those he has slaughtered
to amass that immense wealth.
His hands got stained with their bloods
in his every nightmare
no matter how much he washed them
with the scented soaps.. they stayed like that.
His ears rang with their piercing screams
his head rang with their curses
no matter how much he tried or begged
he could not get an hour of peaceful sleep.
Sharmishtha basu
30.10.2009
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is Food, drinks and indulgences
Real master
a lazy life full of fun,
servants thronged around me,
at a snap of finger
or batting of eyelash
they present themselves
with all my whim and fancy
food, drink, indulgences and more.
is material life truly that precious?
then why do people smile and love?
even when they have no today, tomorrow?
how can they smile and have fun?
I believe its our mind that decides
what makes us happy and complete,
our body is not the decision maker at all.
So to have true life and joy
we should first reckon the real master.
Sharmishtha basu
14.3.11
For haiku heights @ http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com the theme this week is “Wings”
wings
a pair of wings
strong enough to explore the world
is all I ask.
Sharmishtha basu
14.3.11
For Sensational Haiku Wednesdays @ http://youknowthatblog.com the theme this week is “integrity”
divine
divine, pure
thoughts, intentions and actions
true integrity
Sharmishtha basu
14.3.11
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week Natural phenomenon
Sharat (autumn)
The gray skies are gone,
gone is the music of rain
pouring down in steady shower
for hour after hour.
Now the clouds are bidding goodbye,
rain is riding white clouds
ivory white clouds sail softly
in the purest, bluest sky.
the distant horizons rumble
echoing the sound of their goodbye
as the dark clouds and rain fly
far away leaving sharat behind.
the flowers of Kash (grass) dance
lighting up the river banks
their white, fuzzy head
look like droplets of white clouds.
Realm of Empress Musie 
You what I find sad…is that some people who build ‘the palace’ do not care about those who they destroy and thus sleep quite well. ;-(
awesome, keep it up.
potluck is hold by Aleza/Kavita now,
Poets Rally held by Jingle/Leo now..
cheers.
Well said iin the palace poem .. No one gets a sound sleep by robbing the same of others ..
And as always brilliant haiku 🙂
“The Palace” raises some good points. I don’t think peace can truly be had by those who live off of others at their expense. It cannot be. Sooner or later the karmic repercussions will catch up to them.
Our true master is not to be found through material gain. There is a higher pinnacle than this to aspire to–much more valuable.
Love your Wings and Integrity haiku too, Trisha.
Corruption will rob one of peaceful sleep even in The Palace.
Guilt-free sleep in the hut with the Real Master is a greater treasure.
Thank you for offering a feast of poems in here! 🙂
bravo to the palace trish! this is truly well said!
awesome entries, referring to potluck, Haiku Heights, and more.
keep shining…
A++
🙂
Very well said, my dear Trisha.. food and indulgences can fulfill our bodies’ needs… but love, peace and kindness are what we really need to fill our souls… Beautiful words, dear girl… Love you AND your words!!
(many hugs and kisses)
When he was alone there at night
the marble turned to white skeletons
of those he has slaughtered
to amass that immense wealth. -quite an intense verse…a wise lesson in this poem, fabulous as always. You have a wonderful gift with words and emotion.
Those wings of which you speak: How do you strengthen them?
Angels’ Wings
First poem is a chiller, a well-done chiller.
I agree with the second: Happiness is a choice, a decidison. So is peace.
The haiku dearly spiritual.
And as winter wanes, you have brought us the gift of autumn again.
Thanks for a post chock full of riches, Trisha.