Patterns

shelter of patterns
offer hindsight or foresight
clear blatant vision

Aren’t patterns astonishing? We take shelter in them while also wanting to break them. Quite ironical, is it not?

The varied hues of clouds at dusk, stars at night, the rustle of a coconut palm, the ripples on a silent pool, the aggregation of ice crystals that present us the snow fractals, animal and human behaviour are all nothing but patterns. On a bigger scale, the Milky Way Galaxy which we’re a part of has spiral patterns depicting a Fibonacci sequence in space. Isn’t that stunning? These regularities that reveal themselves in our observations often offer a sense of satisfaction to confused minds, and act like a shelter to hazed thoughts.

Not only in nature are these configurations present. We plan our days, maintain a consistent routine to manage the time and weave a pattern around us consciously or otherwise. We accidentally meet a good old friend, and at once our brain frames a pattern of longing to meet them all. Rhyme schemes are also patterns used by poets to please their readers. Even chaos we face in our lives is an unrecognized pattern which barely gets recognized. That’s what has transformed into the cliché of ‘history repeats itself’.

But, as much as patterns fascinate me, I feel that they’re also a trap. 

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Blue Cures Blue

once in a blue moon
sadness burdens to harass
freaking aches of heart

demented brain dithers
seized in between the demon
and the deep blue sea

water bed offers
an escape from feeling blue
satiating sorrowed souls

zest of parted friends
oceanic quest quenched offering
a whale of a time

blue ocean ripples
ambience of silent zen
calms mind and body

radiant smiles flare
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Dear Sun!

— Clouds at dawn

wind breaks talks of clouds!
hoping to meet them elsewhere
sun waits the whole day

— Clouds at dusk

clouds blush crimson red!
promising to meet again
sun kissed the floaters goodbye

— Love with Moon

never do they meet
sharing light they pull closer
never do they part


This post is written in response to the ‘Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt by Ronovan. The challenge words for the week are Meet and Part.

Paint Womanhood – Senryu

Woman to Artist:

paint me either way
gray shades or vibrant colours
I dare not question

Artist to Woman:

days so glittering
womanhood celebrated
nights luminescent

elegance remains
with plain shades or complex strokes
born free to live free

you are gold that glitters
your lit face or diamond heart
I dare not question


This is in response to the ‘What Do You See Prompt’ by Sadje (any original writing inspired by the given picture – set as featured image). 

Glistening Twilight

Glistening twilight
tides talk to tiny islands
through the voice of waves

Memories of life
giggle like the ebbing tides
lovely yet looming

Beach betrays vision
twilight portrays false beauty
of what the day blinds

Photo for the prompt (from scvincent.com)


Just like tides touching the shore, memories cross our minds speaking in a voice that only our inner self understands. Most often, these memories are heavy. Continue reading