Saturday, September 01, 2007

lore on mute

nodding blossoms-
listening to tales
of the evening breeze

13 comments:

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Gulnaz,

What beauty in the picture that you offer us. This has a sweetness about it. Thank you

zingtrial said...

I like this.I knocked and the door opened, but I found I'd been knocking from the inside" I read it somewhere thought I'll share this with you .All the best :) .

Alien said...

:-)

Janice Thomson said...

Ahh, so beautiful Gulnaz...one can sense the whisperings of the breeze in your lovely haiku

Alok said...

beautiful Gulnaz ..... i saw blossoming life gaining experience and enjoying the beauty of life in ur words ... pardon me for reading it my way ...

absolutely fantastic

alok

gulnaz said...

inside our hands, outside our hearts- thank you for seeing it so. :)

Zingtrail- thats an inspring thought, thanks!

alien- hey you got a nice smile. :)

janice thomson- ahh...i only try...you are the one who writes LOVELY haikus!!

alok- oh please, i love you the way you interpret my stuff, i'm flattered...thank you so much!!

Anonymous said...

oh gul.. why did u stop! why the hell did u stop!!
if i may...

nodding blossoms-

listening to tales
of the evening breeze

humming melodies
of few molten dreams

till
figments of sunshine
encapsulate
true colors of silence

deep with-in, I stil breathe


sorry.. cudn't resist..

~anon

Enemy of the Republic said...

This has been going around the blogosphere. I thought of you.

http://www.mypersonality.info/

gulnaz said...

anon- well...i stopped at that because for me it was a moment which i tried to capture and hene a haiku.
i am happy that it inspired you to write on further...:)
you are welcome to do that, glad you liked it so. thanks!

enemy of the republic- thanks will check it out ;)

floots said...

beautifully observed
thank you

gulnaz said...

floots- hey its me who should thank you!!

mermaid said...

What a sweet lullaby. I'm peaceful just reading this.

gulnaz said...

mermaid- sit back, close your eyes and imagine the pink tiny blossoms nodding their heads, as the light evening breeze murmurs god knows what ancient lore to them....:)