This poem is inspired by a post on blog of Eric, I read and the haiku there prompted me to write few lines! I wrote  a verse in continuation!

After reading  ROOTS – haiku. I remembered few golden words of wisdom which I had heard in my childhood! I comprehended it in my own version!


Dust of the ground

he smudges on his forehead,

for the soil had the

blessings of the


and noble saints!                                             


On this path

to the temple

millions of feet walked

without realizing the priceless measure.


Idol in the shrine

shones like gold

awestruck crowd moves

in strident force

with folded hands they pray

for a  wish

few worldly pleasures

gorgeous and umpteen!


Scarcely anyone

halts to feel the sacred presence

in the particles of earth

where few holy souls had stepped!


He knows what

 lies in the golden blessed dust

 which can change the flow of life forever.


Birla Mandir




Love in the land of Rhododendrons!

Love isn’t blind as they say,

for it can see the core which

the open eyes couldn’t,

to feel the depth

it went

with eyes closed  and blindfolded…


The steep height of the mountains,

the deep ravines around the cliffs,

it went with intuition

to feel the gist of everything…

It fell once,

got bruised on way,

stood up again

and ahead it went…


Courage within

an urge to be

in the blooms of Rhododendrons

which blossom on the Himalayan foothills.


An exhilarating experience

for the comforted soul

where danger lurked on every corner

risk and accidents on the road was prone.


Still with  a yearning

to lie under the sky,

in the sunshine

to feel the tweeting of birds flying by,

the heart winged

and flew high

over the seas…

to the nearby skies,

amidst the nature

leaving the world …

which was envy and sly!


Rhododendrons, Roan Mountain, North Carolina