The earlier poems are in the page above.
Today’s post is for:
Thursday Rally for Poets (which will be held once in every three weeks) @ http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/
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.
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is Food, drinks and indulgences
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.
For haiku heights @ http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com the theme this week is “Wings”
a pair of wings
strong enough to explore the world
is all I ask.
For Sensational Haiku Wednesdays @ http://youknowthatblog.com the theme this week is “integrity”
thoughts, intentions and actions
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week Natural phenomenon
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.