free soul 16.5.11

The earlier poems are in the page above.


Looking for prompts to write on? Check out Golden hair bear’s fantastic May Challenge:

My poems are in if you are looking for them.


This week’s poems:

Thursday Rally for Poets (which will be held once in every three weeks) @


tall, straight Sal trees
reach upwards to touch sky
their heads huddled together
their roots covered in leaves.

Even the most cautious feet
Can’t avoid the sound
It sounds so loud, rude
In that dreamy silence!

Sharmishtha basu

For Poetry Potluck @ the theme this week is “Fortresses, Castles, Palaces and Royal houses”

Long forgotten love story

A portrait of melancholy
Sandstone fortress on hill
Crumbling structure
Studded all over the small hill
Like long forgotten love story

Sharmishtha basu

For haiku heights @ the theme this week is “heal”


love is that sweet balm,
magic potion sent below
to just cure, heal.

Sharmishtha basu

For Sensational Haiku Wednesdays @ the theme this week is “spontaneity”


crickets chirp, birds sing,
don’t get miffed by a thing,

Sharmishtha basu

For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ the theme this week “texture, check the details in Victoria’s blog)”:

The story is here:

The poem:

Old books

Racks full of them,
Some with new covers,
Some old, rough, shedding
I used to run my palm
On their coarse, smooth body.

Dreaming before opening
Where will they take me….
In a land of dreams
Or a land of real dreams
May be somewhere just close!

Picking at least four together,
Then some packs of snacks
Finally the escape to roof
With my walkman and a mat
Hours of dreamy solitude!

Reading, dreaming mulling,
With sweet interludes
Of watching clouds, birds
Listening to a song
Then coming downstairs-satiated!

Whole-hearted thanks to Golden hair bear ( for the idea, I was fumbling a bit what I will write about, his today’s poem gave me the clear idea. Thanks Friend!

I was amused to note how our habits matched, I too used to escape to a solitary, hidden place where no one will disturb me when I am reading.

My favourite spot was a cornice, completely covered by the branches of a huge, old neem tree, so that no one will discover me, even if someone came to the roof. Only tension was being locked in the roof then I was expert in crawling down using weirdest paths if essential.

38 thoughts on “free soul 16.5.11

  1. I liked all of these too, Trisha. It’s so true that as much as might try, it’s difficult to walk quietly on fallen leaves under a tree. Your long forgotten love story brings up memories for what once was.

  2. lovely haiku and I love old books so it recalled many happy memories for me. I could spend hours in a dusty old library curled up in an over-sized chair or out with a book in the sun

    • thats the only joy i have been deprived of, i have never been member to any library but school/college. there are so many regulations here…..

      the huge number of books at home almost fully compensated for that.

  3. These are all so lovely, Trisha! The first one paints a peaceful forest picture that I love (and you should paint). The cricket haiku is great– I love the jump of the words that fit the idea so well. And the reading one took me back to my childhood Saturdays, though mine were in the attic behind an old trunk, or sometimes in the big tree in my backyard. Nice work, my friend!

  4. Hm … when I attempt to leave a comment I am told that it is a duplicate? Your blog is lovely. I have enjoyed your poetry … let’s see if this posts.

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