Life is about choices

Life is about choices we make
Reverberating reminiscence of regrets
Sliding down memory lane of past unfulfilled
Wrapped in cocoons of miseries unwelcome
From which no butterflies will ever emerge
Chosen to fly instead with new found wings

Imagination unbridled, mind uncluttered

Exploring new frontiers, make new friends
Carrying memories beautiful to fuel my flight
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Pompous POTUS : RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 227 Truth & Honor

This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .

Truth really fake

The pompous POTUS proclaimed

Let honor be damned

 

Voters respect truth

Electorates responded

Honor is restored

 

Truth is in nature

Honor among animals

We manipulate

Darkness

A distant past under a star filled sky
Darkness of the new moon 
Lighted dimly by the evening star
Proclaimed your love looking at my eyes

Told me you understand me
More than I understand myself
Gazed at your eyes silhouetted
Reflecting darkness of the sea

Oh how I wanted to ask thee
What you understood about me
Seeking myself through the ages
It’s darkness only that I see

Were you scared of what you saw
To share with me what you found
Now I search for the answer alone
Under new moon’s darkened glow

Fall is in the air

What was vibrant and verdant few days back

Today litters the ground, fallen leaves dry

Crunched under feet of those walking by

Is this nature’s way of warning us

Enjoy the ride while you can

In pride lies the seed of destruction

What goes up must come down

Fall from grace, humbled and resurrection

A mere spectator, I try to enjoy as life goes by

Fall is in the air


Featured image photo by the author 11-8-2018

We Travelled Time

I am visiting my home town, Guwahati, in India for Durga Puja. The nine day celebration (Navaratri) of worshipping Goddess Durga ends on the tenth day with the immersion of her idol on Vijaya Dashami (October 19th this year. Last I was in Guwahati for Durga Puja was in 1984.

On my way to Guwahati, I stayed in Kolkata for two days meeting my college class mates whom I had not seen for more than four decades. The poem below is an expression of how I felt meeting my friends, with whom I had spent five years of my life, after such a long time.

We Travelled Time

For a moment time stood still,
And then we rolled it back.
As decades collapsed to years,
And years squeezed to
Months and days,
For a few hours there
We found our fountain of youth.
Years fell of like
Leaves falling off a tree in fall.
Behold the miracle!
As Yayati sheding his old age
Embracing youth,
In the dying rays of an autumn sun
We took a dip in the fountain
And emerged as teens.
Bewildered eyes of our sweethearts
Questioning what madness engulfed us,
We travelled time.
Drank from our cup of memories.
Rejuvenated,
We parted, not with a heavy heart
But promises to meet again.
©Pranab Sarma, 2018


Yayati – mythological king who was cursed with old age at the prime of his youth. He regained his youth as his son Puru agreed to take his father’s curse and gave his youth to his father.