Light of Hope

My very first attempt at Haiku! Hope you all like it 🙂 thanks for reading!

Upturned and crescent,

A luminous hope dangles,

Beating the shadows.

Copyright © Srishti Mundhra


As light as a feather, as radiant as the sun
That laughter as symphonic as the dawn chorus
As sparkling as the stars, shimmery next to none
Those eyes as vibrant as hues of the universe
As true as the mind, as celestial as His abode
The heart sans fears and a facade
As fresh as the summer air, as rosy as a love note
The visage as angelic as a kiss from God
As unfettered as the wind, as blissful as oblivion
That slight touch as palpable as sprouted love
As sweet as honey, as unblemished as the Eden
The innocence as guileless as a dove

A desire to live like a bud in its prime
To blossom into a flower untouched by dust and time

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Solitary Souvenir

Tall, taller than the sky
I stand high and dry
Roots of grandeur
My surroundings barren
Devoid of earthly luster
Delicious hope for the hunter

Necessary isolation, they say
Vagabond ship in the drought, I say
Darkest shadow of the Captain
Lone hoverer in the cabin
Ebbing remnants of the crew
Immersing silence into the blue

Last piece of the present
Rustiness omnipresent
Compassion gone astray
Callous frost and decay
Legacy filled with tears
After all, I’m a solitary souvenir

 Copyright © Srishti Mundhra


Here I am, prostrate to destiny

Ink fading to unknown glory

Vintage aroma a fleeting memory

Hand forged words losing their melody

White parchment writing a dim reality

Once a messenger, now condemned

Stacked pile of dust, my new friend

Devoid of fervent heartbroken laments

Petals of love, droplets of joys and mends

My purpose maneuvering into descent

Dare I ask, where’s the yearning to feel?

Drumming of heartbeats, the wait to heal

Happy endings, war defeated for peace

Long awaited news running on wheels

Recall the faraway scent melting voids of steel?

A wishful desire to be caressed

Stories to be immortally nestled

In the highs and lows of blues penned

Souls of intangibles to be sensed and felt

Resurrect me, it’s merely a request

© Srishti Mundhra

The Revolution

A young and beautiful, but wretched soul,

Dreamt in an enchanted world of her own

With enraptured stallions and unicorns

Far away from the brutal world so widely known

But little did she know the doom of her fantasy land is close

Long was the string of her heartfelt desires,

She wanted to gaze at the infinite stars,

And eagerly waited to whoosh to Mars,

Away from negativities and deep scars

But little did she know that she’d always be on the radar

Incessant lookouts for an escape,

Made her wearied, sick and frail,

It was then that the realisation kicked her brain

For what is she suffering so much pain?

For a world that is best at growing only wolf’s bane?

After a month of Sundays, time finally chipped in,

When she could take the world out for a spin,

To vanquish the conventionality like a fiery levin,

Now was the time to declare that she won’t take it on the chin

And little did the oblivious world know of its approaching ruin

Prepared to confront the imposed tyranny one-on-one,

She took it by surprise like a curve ball,

And then the insurgence began bold and tall,

“Why are women objectified as puppet dolls?

Why are taboos and constraints only for womenfolks?”

Appalled by her fearless defiance,

The world warned her against such resistance,

And swore to banish her existence

But the girl merely snorted and said “to hell with your dominance”

Because little did the world know that it’d be soon thrown into a vortex

Shining from within like a blaze of sunlight,

Powered up by vexation from her plight,

She crackled and broke the ancient shields of the dark skies,

And swallowed the ossified world with her plumes of divine light

Yet little did she know that she has pioneered a new set of starlights

Copyright © Srishti Mundhra

The Last Kiss

Under the dim setting of,

A forbidden dwelling of pleasure,

He sat and stared hard at her,

Brushing off other exotic dancers.

Her amber skin shined,

Her golden curls waltzed,

While she tantalised,

The men with gold-filled vaults.

He sought her attention,

In pain and rage,

Desired to seize his possession,

And to get her out of their cage.

Sensing his fiery gaze,

She turned towards him,

Leaving behind her forced play,

To end his unceasing whim.

“I am in misery, let me go,

I am not worth you, let me go,

You deserve better, let me go”

Her words hit him with a strong blow.

He shuddered, broken into pieces,

His world collapsed in front of him,

Dominant hues of blackness,

Sadistically smothered him.

Unable to see him pulverised,

She leaned in closer,

To savour his lips one last time,

And secure closure.

He delved deep into her mouth,

Demanded every inch of her soul,

But the timeless fire spoke out loud,

T’is the last kiss their destiny doled.

Copyright © Srishti Mundhra



Pitter patter of heavens, drench of mahogany woodlands

Sheer magic, love at first sight, or simply an illusion

Greens and browns of foliage, melancholic blues

Crying with me or for me, tears of betrayal?

Who can tell?

Red dress, an outlier in the wet hues

Stranded, ripped, delusion to an end

Shield of trust broken, quivers and shivers

Flushed cheeks, glittery eyes, tautness between eyebrows

Tears from laceration or merely rain droplets?

Who can tell?

A saccharine visitor, but only ephemeral

Memories reverberant, etched, crystal like diamonds

Metamorphosis of necking, love making, echoes of laughters

Into waiting, lingering distance, comatose in no time

Thunderstorms in disguise of refreshing rains?

Who can tell?

Diminutive pellets of water, immortal thirst of exhausted leaves

Inordinate healing waters, cravings of fragile heart

Mistakes of the past, diffusive air of future

Moment with closed eyes, desire for the same or another turtledove?

Who can tell?

Copyright © Srishti Mundhra