Thursday, September 29, 2016

Time's play

Time’s play
The  imported  statue of
 Lord  Buddha, half corroded,
Slant  and  splashed with water,
Water  splashing,   a sort of
Purification, cleansing process,
I saw in my Dream;
Can  I  call it a  Dream, or
Some passing  enactment  by
Superior   Vision?
Whether   imported  or
Forayed between lands
and   seas, how  many times
I  know not. Only archaeologist
Should decide. Change  is   the
Change of shifts. I see  history
Reflected. I can see  Time

Changing  the unchanging.
unto solid  state slowly

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Senryu

Sick humanity  
Sticks  to sickles  and   swords  
happy obsession 

  

Monday, September 26, 2016

haiku

     

urchin’s empty bowl
copious  flow  swift  I  see
donor’s  heart


Sunday, September 25, 2016

haiku

going  with angler
he  chanced  upon pearl chain

lucky  the hook

haiku

 cone shaped  bud  
 nipped  abrupt  in   the  morn
 by  bird’s   peck 

Saturday, September 24, 2016

haiku

  In  Love’s  blossoming
  veil shutters down

  quick  farewell 

Haiku

Sad   for   milk spilt 
happy it  serves  a  cat  

 I sip  the last drop 

Friday, September 23, 2016

Stars Of Love

  Stars  Of  Love.
Twinkling   Stars Of  Rhyme
are  always  there  in  books         
and    hymns  of  lure.
But  the  Songs  of  Love
are  there  from  time
Immemorial,  codified
In tenets of principles
and   dance   and  music
opera  state  by  stage
in every  stage of life.
Yonder, some  sad   musing
goes on,  “ Life  is  wasted
on   the living”. Some Love
song   replies, “ Make  this
living  into  a  worshipful
love  song   tuned to  Epic”              
I see  somebody  pushing
Aside  Safeway cart,
Picks  up pushcart of
Books of  Opera
On  Love   and  Live.


Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Haiku

on my logging  in
transformer bursts
window  disappears


Sunday, September 18, 2016

Haiku

     a  hag mocks  
    at   Monaliza    
    gloats within   

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Haiku ( Guardian take)

 hai matsushima
 in the surf  gushing shore
 agony  storms  back





Friday, September 16, 2016

When Japanese umbrella unfolds...

When  Japanese umbrella unfolds...

When Japanese  Umbrella  unfolds
Colorful  Japanese Umbrella,
A  cherished  gift which  often
Echoed  in me, with the seasoned
Rhythms  “made in  JA......PAA.....N”
As it is pronounced with elongated
Assonance, by  some in my vicinity.
Proclaiming  their affinity.
A  cute  item in my cupboard,
Today unfolds  as I fold
and bask underneath its
Floral  fills,  in the  rainy
Sprinkles, my imaginations
Soar and wish to sail into
Paradise of waters, sail
Sail   and  sail unto a region
Of  uncaring   and  pushing
 Further Upon  sorrow’s flight.
Look up  the   azure,
 request to redeem
Lost happiness; As  rains recede
Slowly, the  showers  through
The rills are Blessings from
Paradise of Waters.  




Thursday, September 15, 2016

Senryu

           Senryu


1)  apple  in  garden
mankind’s miserable fall
 fruit   rich  dish

2) morning   newspaper
book cover in  noon
evening    trash

3) as   fly watches,
 Lizard  wary, devours  it
sly survival mode

4  as   I type one   two
keyboard   sounds  crazy noisy
window smiles smart

5 walking  stick  before
as    ball  fast intervenes
failing  companion


haiku

         trampling    grass 
         humility  whispering
         me  inside

        milk boiler  whistles
        Tv remote  takes  upper

        lower  mode  

Haibun : At sunset

                 Haibun
                At   Sunset
Tied up  to the cot, completely  sagged by  age and  pitfalls of life’s twists  and  turns  she
looks  up    at   the  roof  and wonders  if  it  also thinks alike given the  chance  by the 
Almighty. How much  lost, how much  she swallowed unable to digest, how Time  The
Healer is not the Healer but it went by cool  and fast:    She also now  pines for those  souls
 already  enjoying  the   freedom  of the otherness of life in the   other world, whatever
One may term. Can  she see  them,  bring them back to be seated by her bedside? An
Imbecile  crave,  she ruminates. Looks at  those books  and publications   and   her quill;
Sleep  embraces  .



                           haibun: sunset

                  at  sunset  
                  a  pathway  in  behest
                  winding  rills


Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Tradition merges the new- ( haiku)


        Tradition   merges  the new ( Haiku)

   tradition’s   move
  a  sudden   merging   shift
  new    embraced
   


Monday, September 12, 2016

Local edge---haiku

        Local  edge  ---haiku

I am  happy
local edge  feeder,  fodder

propels  further

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Hope-- haiku

           Hope

old  sag in the cot
tomorrow  sits by her
new lease of life


Saturday, September 10, 2016

Haiku

         swoop

 a  slender  twig              
sparrows  rightfully  swoop  
trees’   bonanza , welcome kit

         trigger

 cat’s  fear  ridden  paw 
   silent trigger
 dark  runs  beneath  the sofa


Thursday, September 08, 2016

Again In The Dream

    Again  In The  Dream

  With   the  lovely  Spring  waves
  touching  her  cheeks, moisture
 aroma  permeating   around
 she  deeply  revels  in  her
magic  world  of dreams.
 In  the  benign  curtain ,she 
Sees  him, with    bow ,
in  the  cute  bedspread
he is  a  warrior   for  just cause.
She  feels  his  care .
What  is  a   Moon
Or  his  Face, before  his
Signature in the autograph.
  


Wednesday, September 07, 2016

A perspective now

A perspective now.
        
I can’t take any more
Of  this. This   land
Of  Nihilism  and  flamboyant ;
Shifting  into  waste  and
Establishing  Vagrant    myth
Of  ever questioning   spirit.

 No points in brewing
The iced bottle.
They pretend  draw  
On the Bubbles,
Ere their ego gets
drenched ,bubbles  dash.

Ants  lining   of  crevices
Of    slow  rumbling   wall,
The  sticky tender plants
Yet surviving on the  clumps,
Know  there limitations,
Else how they survive?










Tuesday, September 06, 2016

Prompt : Back

Prompt:   Back

learnt  to be  happy
back  to  the days  of learning

wild wizard yearning

Sunday, September 04, 2016

Haibun ---- At the end of Life...

Haibun  

‘Riches   and    Rigmarole  a  necessary   syndrome of  our  setup’

It  is  a  spacious  reception hall illumined  with  glow   and  glitter of  auspicious   Lamps, shine 
with  silk  and   sandal paste, rose  and  jasmine, aromatic  ambiance  and  orchestral melody ;
Scented  flowers  and    green betel  leaves  and   bouquets and   ghee  smell emanating  from
The  buffet   corner. Bridal  decorations   and  visitors  thronging  the   hall, guests   coming
and greetings  going on.  Joy unbounded  and   satisfaction of the parents  on both sides , heaving
a sigh of relief   that responsibility  is  over . So much of waste in the  reception hall, plantain leaves
and  food  thrown out . What is waste is culled out by a small urchin with  a  seasoned bag in rags.
 But    there  is  also another   journey   that  begins  elsewhere. Beginning  to an unknown place,
Unexpected most of times,  not  desired too.

Self,  wondering why there is disparity in creation, could be  attributed to individual Karma or
His  inexplicable Design?


     At  the end of Life...

Silkworms   die   enmasse
Silken  petals decor hearse
rag picker searches


Saturday, September 03, 2016

prompt: knots --haiku


      Prompt:knots

knots   all  around  him
memory steeped in sharp  knives
now  are of no use


Thursday, September 01, 2016

prompt :time

Prompt  :time

Prompt  :time

wait  in  shade and  curse
not  the traffic   but  the time

time  sneaks  by  gentle

Penelope --- A villanelle

                              Penelope- A villanelle.

 Oh  Penelope!  You  have been  sewing and singing,
  adhere  to this path of sages  and   saints, come whatever  may.                                                                                                        
  Let this not slow down  memory  of  Odysseus’  Stringing.



 If  music  is  a   therapy, all  will relish  humming  and  singing.
  A fine melody tuned, keeps  anti –good things at bay.                                                                                                                                   
 Oh Penelope! You have been sewing  and  singing.


 Yonder, Child  in  cradle, by  serenade of  mother’s upbringing.
  Dawn comes with the chirping of  birds by Sun’s ray.                                                                                                           
 Let this not slow down memory of Odysseus’   Stringing.



 Music   and Meditation, a  part of  Life’s  serene Ringing
 bereft  of  this,  your life becomes  a  mound   of  hay.                                                                                                                   
  Oh Penelope! You have been sewing and singing.                             

          
 In  your  needle  and thread  you  weave  a  melody humming,
 that keeps your life  going  ahead  with a  new path way.
  Let this not  slow  down memory of Odysseus’   Stringing.                      


  In patient  wait and  endure, there is life’s bounty  swinging,
 practise  this  concept, your  pitfalls  you can throw away.
Oh  Penelope! You have been  sewing  and  singing.
  Let this not slow down memory of  Odysseus’  Stringing.