Nine Waves in a Cleave verse


Sun was sinking into / the sea so deep,
Spilling gold over / the waves so blue,
The sky n sea / getting together,
Colors so beautiful / seemed to be making love,
Set the rainbow feel/ in a summer shower

This is a Cleave poem of Nine Waves

Mother…A hope in all resorts..


She shares her life,
Happily undergoes a knife,
In death pain,
With a smile again,
With maximum hope to bring us to this strife…

May be she’s educated,
Or may really be uneducated,
She is the pope,
And our last hope,
when we fail in all phases of life truncated….

“Mother” is a teacher,
She is also a preacher,
Our soul strength,
Through life length,
a never dying hope for our well being in any literature…

God couldn't be present everywhere, to take care of us...So, he sent mother to do that for him...

© SriSudha K

“Miss U” my friend

Friends & Shiver – Haiku word prompt


I was left as shiver,
As I broke the trust of my friend,
All in unknown quiver

Without you my friend
I’m just another leftover shiver
Please forgive me dear….


Please refer

shiver: one of the small pieces into which a brittle thing is broken by sudden violence

© SriSudha K

Amusing Indian Captain’s…


(5) Words: | TEST | POTION | MUSE | OWN | SIGN |

Dhoni being the muse,
virat took the captain’s potion,
To make his own test proposition,
Signning in the fresh contract option….

Virat took the captain’s potion,
Made his own sign on the nation,
stood as a muse, an inspiration,
Passing the tests with distinction…
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© SriSudha K

Beauty in dreams.. Nove otto


There’s beauty in all dreams,
As we sail on silvery moon beams,
New worlds open wide letting us in…
Our fantasies flow out in streams,
In the dark night – as the star gleams,
The sky starts wearing a new skin.
There would be all creative themes,.
Nature seems to be making teams,
As we slowly glide and slide in…

As sun slips out of the schemes,
We start churning our fantasy creams,
Weaving gold on those butterfly wings,
We might get caught in witchy screams,
Or be kings n queens, to feel supreme,
In praise of us does the cuckoo sings,
Belive, they are all fradulent schemes,
For, worlds unknown would just seem,
Never ending and in continuous rings…

—————————————————-This is Nove Otto of  Beauty in Dreams