A Lune ~ A Smile Broke…


Today, I challenge you to write a lune. This is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again. Either kind will do, and you can write a one-lune poem, or write a poem consisting of multiple stanzas of lunes. Happy writing!                                                  

A smile broke the silence

lifting the

pall,releasing sweetness.



I Sought Peace in the Wrong Places


Peace is not in the people neither it is with them

look not towards a boat racing down the river

thinking it will reach the ocean shore for it heads

towards the waterfall, a dive away,a fright,a shiver;

peace is not in the laughing one,laughter is a cover

peace is not in the smile,its away for miles and miles

peace is not even in work ,nor in relations of love

Peace is real peace is truth peace is the honesty above

It Will Never Be…until


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It will never be peaceful until we talk about making peace.

It will never prevail until we make ourselves calm

It will never be the way of stillness until we practice

It will never become tolerant until we share

It will never be quiet until we speak well

It will never be until we learn values of goodness…

It will all keep moving rolling turning into a mess

Peace By The Corn Cart

Peace thou wast present felt inhaled

on silent empty clean solid roads

in cool or warm mornings afternoons

evenings and nights,under starry skies-

skies’ seem uncomfortably annoyed

as clouds hurriedly tensely waver by

apprehensive sensing the ominous

dreading the inevitable close’

Who is but oblivious? the people?

playing with color,dancing in rhythm

wither the anthem wither the hymn?

Peace no’ not resides in the green circle

Sacred circle is pure and  white, it is

the circle of Light vastness beyond oceans

yet on Earth there is but one place,one man

of peace and tranquility, sifting roasting

sweet grains in a circle of heated sand-

in a drizzle I stood and watched the good

circular baskets and large circular dish

 smilingly he poured a measured hand

-swish swish swish

I wish..this peace would pour out and

flow all over the land,through waters

to the oceans ,rise up to the sad skies

back to the earth with rainy eyes

to wash away the hate, drown all the lies


Mother,You Are A Peace Maker’


Mother took me to a place new

unknown unfamiliar people around,

I felt afraid,I cried,I held hard onto

her coat sleeve-I was pulled away

I shivered as if put in a cold water pool

Mother for my good, left me in a school-

Mother looked down at me silently

and I pleaded silently as I looked up’

Then I saw her no more,tears slipped

back,  mind still,thoughtless I sat on a stool

all I saw was a large blackboard,someone tall

by its side,moving arms up and down

wearing a long straight  white gown-

Then I felt I lost my world of peace

then sounds like bells I did hear,

then gone for a while was the fear-

Mother Dear where are you’

I am looking all over for you’

and now I know that peace is where-

in Mother’s love is peace,peace is in her care

Mother please know you are the best

care taker.

..Mother you are the only real peace maker’