haiku

under  the  sky

never ending question  shines

where  are we going  

                                          

calf --- haiku

calf  just  born

taken to a   point

of  no return

     or

 calf  from  womb

 merciless  to  the tomb

tender bereaved

     or

tender    new  born calf

from  tether to blood  oozing

slaughter house.

      or

 Just  born  calf

from  pangs  to  crude   twangs

of  unhappy ending

2-line haiku

  1 )  full paper

        her  scribbles -   a new  art   form  

2)   dry  bank

      her writing   flows

  3)    atm  -  rescue

         no  cash,    

         I  with draw

4)opening    her  palm

Surprise -   a fly goes out


5)Pillow  declines

head  puffed  up  with  pride.

senryu

eleafs     dance--  bonanza

 breeze –soon  to be pulverized

 for   herbal  cure.

senryu

Poison    in    man’s   hands

rebuffs -  can’t  mix and  befriend

  other   poison

revised

birth  pangs

the calf lifted  fast

to   dismal  chamber

Some Three Decades Ago....

            Some  three  decades  ago..

Man disowned, or soul   migrated,

this  lifeless  lying    inside    the  box

 the  garlanded, scented,

 a  short   time preservative 

for   the  long lived, a  tenure

ordained, now  closes:

Coffin embraces, this  body

Just, bereaved, in the bereaved

House, where  the word Death

has  resounded   every  corner:

He is  now  insensitive  to the

Coffee  aroma,  likes   and disputes:

His  flat  self  consoles  all  around,

Preparing   them  for  the voyage

Of  which  we do not  know  the

Destination   and  time  of

Disembarkation. This  so called

Death  gives a   quirky  smile.

seven numbers of senryu

                               (senryu)

  1)   Cloth liner

  no   need, already

  sunbeams   swapping

2)   parched winds

 Shy  away 

from  her hard heart.

3)   underneath  the willow

   a  paper of   love  song

             fritters

4)  on   the   slate

       Child’s  saliva

        a  deft  scrub.    

5)  in  walls’  crack       

 ants  lining -

unification                                                     

6 stretch your legs

Shrink  thoughtful   mind set

 Corroding  peace.

                             

7)     in  leaf   turning

         Yellow –life’s philosophy

               Opens up  

haiku

          inside    speeding    bus

         window  taking   me    fast

          realms   beyond    

A Call from the violin

 A   Call  from   the  Violin

 

Not  a   sound    box,

not   even   a  set of  box

but    box  of  musical 

rhythms   and   rhapsody

in my  hands  of  core.

my  violin  is   made  of

German   make  and  super

Wood   polished    and   soft.

Bow  and  strings  of  horse  hair

Pervade   up  and down,

Perchance   notes of message

Of   End    and  void.

A call  of  voice  no more

Could  be  gainsaid,  a  voice

Of universal   verve  and 

Vivacity,   A call of metaphor

Of vibrant  notes.

senryu

gunman’s   pocket

prayer book  resides

  always  guiltless

haiku

       in   desert  air     

      love’s  shedding    tears

      wet  the  ground  

      a   bulky   novel

      couplet   the preface

           finish

         blanket of  sky

         uncover many things

         stars   pour    

       roaring  waves

        Pebbles  stable  lie

        water  purifies

haiku

those   burnt  ashes

her coffers

 exploited 

Dragonflies

 Dragonflies

Ye! Dragonflies, you   are all

 Uniquely  smart    in your own ways,

Opulently   green ,tend  to  to go greener

touch  upon  the gossamer like

pond’s   flow,  with  the  light  winged

move . unique  I say, befriend

fish  and  leaves   and  tiny insects.

Play into  and out of  pail

Sunk  into  gurgling  sounds,

Now  come  out  to pop on

 Surging   human or woman’s

 Clustered   hair   as  if  colour pin

  Or  matted plait. Hover  on

space  and  brown  twigs

as   if  shake  hands.

                                                                                                                                    

haiku

  sands  on  shore  

 toes    gently draw 

 boon to be   born  here

  watch  on my wrist

  made in  Japan

   goes  timeless.

haiku

typhoons   sudden

rebuild   to  renew

 our  strength

 this  storm 

weathers   my  mindset

 into  serene

splitting   typhoon

enables   new   vision

 into His  doings. 

senryu

Senryu

1)    heavy  rains   

      umbrella whisked away

       protecting   cat          

2) Senryu

  in the  teacup  

 I spot  spiralling

sugarcane  mound  

3) rocking   cradle

  a   baby  plays

 with  a  doll 

4) three  year old

 combs  her hair

 tooth brush  her tool

Roll on

  Roll on

Roll on, roll on

in  the  fascinating  carpet of

Red   and  brown,

Mountain  and   valleys

designed, reaching   dizzy heights.

Roll on, roll on  basking  in the

Cool   shade of  moon   and

wondering   at  the  Creation,

Mystified   and  Majestic

dangling   above your head.

Roll on, roll on  with eyes

closed  offering  prayer

to Him   seeking  His

Protection   and Intervention.

Selfie speaks

 Selfie   speaks

whether  you   enthrone  me

with  a  ruby  studded  crown

on  my head, or  simplify me

with   a  bunch of  brambles

protruding  on  all  sides,

I  am what  I am,          

I  cannot  be what  I am not.

In the mean time, my

bewildered  state   pops up.

Majestically  gyrating  within,

The  magically embedded  mantra

Rings   and  resounds   here.

“what would have been,

where  would I have been

but for your Presence

and  Divine  console

and Guidance, mystically  proven.”

haiku

   cow’s birth  pang   now

   calf  sacrifice victim   soon 

    happiness  short  lived

haiku

  in  cow’s  birthing    

  calf   a  new addition  

  to  my  family

Woolly Puppy

 Woolly   puppy

Memory   gets  a  pep   up:

This woolly   puppy

Swells up from my  memory:

now  full grown, stiff

dog, yet  caring, watchful.

As  a  puppy  how  often,

It had entertained by its

 Fond Play, scratch   the photo

Up  and  down, its master,

Garlanding   the   square .

A reminder  to  the  kith  and kin

 forgetting   and  neglecting.

A pat  on the woolly puppy

Is  enough to  ward  off

many  a  sad   tale,

of  growl   and   grump.

senryu

  white  wall     

 black dots  regular

 moneylender’s  record 

haiku

    wintry  storm 

   granary  is  full  of  husk

   rat’s invasion  

haiku

      Haiku

   very  old   sari   

 new  embroidery  design

  my taste  

In The Ever changing Times

    In  the  Ever changing   Times

In   the  ever-changing 

Times, our  taking   refuge

In  Timer, forsakes us,

Forsaking  itself;

like  fallen  dry leaves

twirl  up  in  search  of  corner.

It is like stitches   get

Undone, showing cleavage.

Allowing  us  to count

Cleavage  and  broken threads.

The   clock striking meticulous

watches  the  inroads 

into  the human  carve

making  changes . In  the

ever changing  times,  our

taking   refuge in Timer

forsakes us: forsaking

itself. It is like   paper

torn   into  pieces, into

 corners  flying  around .

in the  Ever-changing  Times

we  still take refuge in Timer 

 and  forsaking Times.