Invisible line of faith
balances the rocks of life
the sun and the moon
the day and the night

hopeful desires of the heart
and the guilty reasons of the mind
many a questions unanswered
line of karma, hard to find

Passive contentment
that everything is right
Or
the proactive approach
for the future bright

Dwindling thoughts
from extreme left to right
Rescuer brain
finds the middle path in sight


Manisha

No clue of storm, I was just walking down the lane
She Walks into My life Unexpectedly, Just as Rain
Her fragrance was better then the smell of rain

It was winters yet Instead of taking a cover ,
I decided to become her Lover.
I felt like it Was treasure that I had discover.

I was Drenched in her , never again to get Dry.
All my life I have never felt so high.
I saw Her watching and taking a Sigh.

I am no rain she said, I am A cloud.
My duty here is done she said aloud.
Other are waiting , to them I have vowed.

Rain always Comes Unexpectedly so will I
To be with me you need to be free till then learn to fly

Clouds Don't regret when they Move on.
Go back to your lane and with life Carry on.
I will keep checking on you ; you just keep visiting your Lawn

Best are those whom you meet by chance
when you cared less and free from heart
everyone stood equal and no one apart
it was easy moving with flow with no draft

through the happy and through the sad
from chirpy loud to silence
you withstood by me
immense patience bottled inside you had

nothing did I leave to not turn you upset
out of mind and puzzled in my own quest
like a rock in cold and night
I am indebted with your gestures of not taking a flight

I have never seen discontentment in you
you had been so constant in my life
Words fall short to explain somethings
so I'll just say a Thanks to you



Manisha

People say they saw it all
Inside my heart , it's Black and dark
Light a spark , Now watch.





Note - My first try at Haiku , if you read it let me know is this how a Haiku is suppose to be.

I wish to write Something Funny
To see her smile , sweeter then Honey

Nothing too Pedantic
But it should also be Romantic.

Or Should I Write Something Mysterical
Love to see when she goes all Hysterical.

I Could also write Something Lyrical
She might See me as some Miracle.

I could write about our future I envision.
Every word I write with Precision.

Every word I write with all my Heart.
She might like it and call it art.


Or she can Ignore or even rip it apart.
It's not wisdom I wish to impart.

Through words I wish to share my Feeling.
Poetry they say is a way for Healing.

Poet 1-- you have landed straight from moon
I was waiting since morning
And now it's noon

Poet 2-- I live near by and not in moon
What's the matter , I ain't no fool
Come rush to the point real soon

Poet 1-- my poems are dying
Untimely death
No listener at all
lend me your ears
And I shall serve you till last my breath

Poet 2-- ohh dear brother I feel your pain
I'll read your's, if you read mine
Let the other selfish lot
remain devoid of our artistic claim


Manisha