Paranoid
(A Penta (R) Tanka)

I hid her from everyone,
And what left me much annoyed—
I hid her from me.
Like an ostrich hides its eyes,
I've grown paranoid.

I lost her like I lost her,
And in the desert's mirage,
I think she's water.
I'm a shimmer imparter —
Like Ra to the Moon.

In this eerie hide and seek,
I have lost my self complete.
I'm an insider,
Trying only to woo her
As an outsider.

Does she love me—not,
Or is it merely a thought?
She had me at bye—
Can somebody tell me why
I love her like I love her?

She's a way-layer,
And she's the sweetest slayer—
I'm a soothsayer—
I can't be a dismayer:
It's high time I just slayed her.

//Thought for the Day//

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Light(ing the Way)
(An Acrostic Tanka)

Lo — it's in darkness,
In sync with the scheme of things —
Greatness germinates.
Hiemal hiatus feeds
The advent of new spring rush.

//Thought for the Night//

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The Purpose: For Others to Shine
(A Penta Haiku)

What brings us delight
But the light we have lighted—
For others to shine?

Whate’er makes you smile—
In reflection makes me smile—
Is the greatest joy.

Whate’er makes us win,
Sans e’en defeating them,
Is the sweetest win.

Light more love’s own light;
None can afford such darkness
As madness can bring.

Just do it for them,
And never e’er look back then—
Move on and go on.

//To you and your Family//

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Burning to Light Up
(A Haiku)

What fuels being
Good-to-all-and-sundry- thing
If not soul-searching?

//Thought for the Night//

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At the Cusp Of Lights
(R Tanka, R Tanka & Haiku)

Narakasuras stand slain,
Yamraj's dread is all allay'd —
Live a million years!
Diwali can't be delayed;
It's the cusp of lights.

Apply ubtan and olive,
Purify skin and spirit;
Deified be you —
In harmony with Lakshmi,
Birthing bonhomie.

Dance into the light,
Vantablack to all virtues—
Dip into delight.

//Fighting the Demons//

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Rascal
(Tanka, Haiku & R Tanka)






//Captioned//

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Invocations
(R Tanka, Tanka & Haiku)

Pray, fill her bosom
With joy and pure happiness —
She's at times helpless.

//Captioned//

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Sepia Senses
(A Penta Tanka)

With my eyes wide-shut,
I see you down your bold eyes —
Heaven therein lies.
From 'cross the daunting distance,
Can you sense my impatience?

The taste of our skin,
Smelling of the sweetest sin,
Has left some sillage.
In reveries, I pilgrim
The temple of our lost love.

A touch sans a touch,
I feel *two much — annasach;
Plow the sands of Time,
Let's rediscover the rhyme
Of our long, ancient lub-dubs.

The salinity
Of silent and secret tears
Feels like a prayer.
The foretaste of tog'therness
Is fast growing lesser chaste.

I hear you call me
In the middle of Nowhere:
I miss you so much.
We've a lot of time together —
Do you really still care?

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On Purpose
(R Tanka, Tanka, Tanka & Haiku)

You are someone else's dream;
Your sole joy is their purpose—
For such life they'd die.
There's a lot of ugliness
You're to beautify.

Live, love, and then thrive;
Give more than you can e'er get.
Fill faith in their hearts;
Let there be no hollowness—
Swap bitterness with sweetness.

All else are taken;
You can't remain forsaken—
Don't berate thyself.
If you can't tolerate self,
You can't e'er be tolerat'd.

Love, lose—don't misuse—
You are their forever Muse;
Leave no one unloved.

//Thought for the Night//

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Anonymity

(Tanka, R Tanka & Haiku)

They are the sweet same:
Trees and birds and animals;
For a proper name
We make of them all a game—
It is us who are to blame.

In their commonality
Lies the whole Divinity;
They've become a sport
Of the whims of our mean minds,
Ah banality!

How oft do I fall
For their anonymity—
And eternity!

//Thought for the Day//

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