senryu

   Senryu  

Pillow   slips  down         

heavy by burdened  head.

haiku

they swim  across

bold  in mid air

  we  cling  on

haiku

kitchen   sink    relieved

of  vessels    donated -

      clearance

haiku

She  reckons   new year

old  apparel  she  dons                                                                                                      

newness  everywhere

Warmth ( Guardian- no moose)

Warmth   ( Guardian  No Moose)

 English  countryside,  trees   and  savannas,

Spiraling   woods  and   flowery  branches,

Eventide, breeze   and  warmth of  Nature

Meandering  through    mellifluous   bamboo

 Twines   and intertwines.  There is  a  special

Melody   and  warmth  in  sophisticated  touch

Of  your  feel    and  heel. A bungalow    not   too

Far off  clustered  with  blooming   scenario.

My  book  of  poems  fritter  with  the  warmth

Of  my  hand,  my  mood  foraying  into  the

Dense feel of  the pages,  emanating  a special  Warmth

There  is  no   moose  or  deer, nothing  to  remove,

Bits of  discarded  writes  but: negation of  warmth.

Crows    and  cats   play  on  the   grass mounds

Smooth    sail of warmth, by  my   notes:

A bright  light  from  the  bungalow  

Glows   with  a  heavenly warmth of  assured  say.

 

haiku (short) minimal

haiku

girl

spins

Knit a poem

Knit  a  poem

knit   a poem

by the  Muse

fit   and  fantastic 

by  your  side,

knit  a poem

to sing  the

Glory of  God,

to  sing  Nation’s pride,

Knit   poem

To thank HIM 

haiku

        haiku

light   through  the  beam

dissecting  microbes

    

haiku

    let  go  the fly

freedom’s   free pass

 you  see

    

haiku

   February’s  edge

  chill  and  barren  twigs

 life’s  passive, voyage      

Haiku on haiku

                haiku

    not  merely  rule  

 five seven five -- born of

   rhythmic    beauty 

haiku

        owl

placid   through  the

 dark  grill

senryu

                senryu

weighing   paddy/husk  laughs

haiku

Independence  day

dish wash  and  sponge -usual

 wake  up call

 planting   a  rose

 in her  garden-    valentine

 day move

haiku

  moving   along   the 

 cloudy sky, clouds   settle

  in her mind

micro poem -- Must on Tower

       Must on  Tower

On  top  of  tower,

looking   below-  humility

and  surrender to Him.

“The rain drops pensively” --- ( Guardian)

“The  rain drops  pensively”   --- ( Guardian)

March, Spring ,    Soaring  or boring,

Sunday  comes   inevitable : all of

Us steal  some  time, in the  timelessness

Of   this  Time’s    clandestine  scheme,

To  be one  with   Sunday’s  leisure.

Yet  ongoing    and   perpetual.

The  rain drops   pensively

at  the  sudden  bizarre  events

outside   and  amidst   like

volcano  and   void.

We   chat, draw, sing   and paint 

and  all  with  the concurrence   of

Sunday’s  sundial   shine  and  move.

To  undo  our  antipathy   and    beget

New   emblems  with  efficient   spins 

and    carve.   Bird  watches  with us

as   if to partake of our chat.

senryu

          fast

 printer’s  side   breeds  

      head is  empty

bursting   crackers

he  craves   for  

pay day  soon

 

  frozen   pond

  creative  vignettes  -   lotus  

  spiraling

valentine day haiku

      a piece of cloth

 don’t  forget me,embedded

    valentine token

haiku

spider’s  web  above            

tough  zig zag  in  man’s life

Mountain to mound

Mountain  to  mound.

To  reach  atop, stand

on  the peak, to have 

a  spark  and  come  down

and    move in around the

 vast world in its full ambiance

to  travel, to  view  and gather

its  faults  and merits ,

to give  a  nod in its

totality   and  grandeur:

to have  a  feel of smallness too,

of  self and  surroundings,

to  cull out  the origin  and 

roots  of happenings; the

tall tree   and  flow of river

the  cicadas  and parrots

make you wonder  the emptiness

of  the beings  around –

they  are the  earthen ware

and  clay to  be discarded.

 You  behold  the  sky

You  breathe. A relief in  void.

micro poem ---winter

Micro poem  ( winter)

In the wintry morn

when the windows 

are   closed, birds are

cuddled in cosy nests,

 I browse in my warm

 Friend, my unforsaking

 Support, my  Computer.  

three lined haiku

moon’s   dark recess

 reckoning  down /  ancestor’s abode                                                                                                          

 tiny in the water

slow  to safeguard  from

  the dive

spring  buds

baby’s  teeth cutting

mother  is elated

dusting  bookshelf

turn into  ages  unvisited.

       in the  lawn

blank   paper  goes   green

  new  writing

Snake

                         Snake

Such  Grace  and Divinity  that doth

 Sustain  and   strong   and  many.

Hold!  That permeates  on

Lord Shiva’s  head  down to  His neck .

  Neck  with  the prominent  Snake  

 A  stronghold  and depiction  of  

 Three  entities  and   Times.

There is a   snake in every woman’s coil

Of looks  if she  be seductive  and  fair

Dangerously  alluring. There  is   a snake

in  grass , glides surreptitious , slithers ;

we   have  come   across  snake charmer too.

I  imagine   Eve’s  and Cleopatra’s  serpents

doing  their assigned   tasks, happy  and victorious.

Now  let me be to  my  orchid

And   dwell  in reading   Serpent   and  Rope.