Watery musings

Watery  musings

In  my  cupped  palm 

 I  hold   the   colorless 

 in  seamless  steady  calm.

Allowing   drips   and   dribbles

descend   through  gaps  of  fingers

to   a  vessel not far off  below,

 meticulous  now  I  measure  distance,

 allowing   drips,  crying   Lo!  Lo!

By  the  time  drops  reached

Shiny  container,  it  tumbled  swift

to the  dismay of  watery bleached

running  to  the floors    adrift.

We  are  free, free, carefree  ever

None  can  store  for  ever, ever.

Liquids  flow  and  flow  far  and  far

On the  floor  far  and   near .

                                                     

                                 

senryu

spilt  orange  juice

I start picking up

a  shattered  dream

 my boss  yells

at  me- now i ‘m in a new

comfort   zone

first  day  hurry

i think of my son

from  abroad

haiku

cherry path

unlocks  to  a

new  vista         

HAIKU

Cherry blossoms

new  haven   I

enter  into

Woody smiles

Behind   the  sturdy  stalk  and  stem,

By  the  leafage  of  watery, dripping  rim,                  

Ageless   roots  and   insects  bound

Some  bees  buzz around  with  mild  sound

 Not  sound   and   Fury  to  the  dark  forest,

But  to nondescript dull, noise  of retreat .

Me  calm  and  serene  sit  and  watch

The   doings   of   the   Above    last to  stretch

Beyond  our  know   and   throw

Of  this  universe  with   a  proud  BROW.

HAIKU              ( MODERN)

1)Cherry blossoms

new  haven   I

enter  into                             

2)  this  floral  arcade          

   Knits  me into  global

   grandeur  and  pink shade

haiku

the  loner

air crafting

towards me

Wedding ( Guardian)

Wedding   (Guardian  take)

Before  love  sails, on  smooth  sail,

Whether  on  a  spring board  or

Swallow   tail,  the timely question

Remains  if love is required  at that

Time, for  bread  and  bun -  the

Primary move.  Love  sits  on the

Mound  to  see if it can  stand;

Age  may  be  the  speeding,

Propelling   factor, but  love at both

End  should  meet with mutual

Decorum  and  reciprocal poise.

No trumpet  then, flag  from

The   Above is enough to

Carry on to wedding platform.

haiku

rustling  twitter

i  feel   a  silence

in   the  pores

1) Childhood  Memories  -- --Senryu  one

Chocolate  box

I  run   into    taste   buds  of

her   mouth    

     Family  Occasion

      wedding  reception

       a  distant relative  vows

        an  annulment   pact

 Senryu 3

   Family Occasion

       

  

house warming

 ritual embers repaint

a roof beyond our ken

haiku

barren twigs

platform for

my tapestry

green to yellow

i stitch many

a  patch

white stork

white  stork

red bill  and   silent  voice

good  augury

lullaby in the  hut

Sin Visits me ( guardian)

Sin   Visits  me (  guardian)

I  am  neither in  the center of this  wreath,

 Nor  in the center of   abundant wealth

Yet  sin  visits  for  an observation

Could  be  the  ghost  also

Somewhere meandering  from.

For  a  change, for  an  interview perchance.

Yonder  burning  so many   bodies,

How  many  sinned  abominably,

Don’t  know  yet, for  ire of  fire

don’t  discriminate;  the  indiscriminate

defies , acting   always awry.

 I am used  to log of wood,  burning

Charcoal  and   billowing  smoke

For  sustenance, while near  kiln,

 watching  the Grimaced   humanity,

 my  joys   and   relief  only short-lived.

Couldn’t   afford  to  sin. Yet   the  ghost

From  afar  and  near  stares  at me

As   if  infusing  a    conviction

I am here and  everywhere.

  

haiku

 i hear  the

last flap

of her wings

from north to south

wind blows like

 serendipity

New Beginning

A good  beginning  ( Guardian)

 Pimples   on the  bloom

Blooming    shining  skin,

Good   augury and  beginning

As construed  by  elders.        

 During  single  window -

 days  of  ancient  and ere

  Modernity  Struck the cord

  of jubilant  Innovation,

  Ere  the  days  of  sanitary

  Napkins  signalled their 

   Comfort  and  arrival  into

  Maturing   girl’s   blooming 

 Days- mothers  prepared

 Minds :  clothes – safe mode

 For  periods. No other  go.

A child of   five

Wiping   slates  with

Saliva  -quick mode of

Erase- a  new  beginning 

For  him, till  parents

And  teachers  gently

admonish  the  ward.

Exchange of  wedding  rings

Costly or  simple on either

Hands – a  good new beginning.

Not a  show but a sanctity

Followed even  today.

Dead  not wishing  for life

Anymore, strewn petals

around   the  coffin,  good

beginning  of  a  final journey.

 

haiku

 cradles on   sand

 moon  glides

 long  sad  tale

  at   sunset

 return  to  nature

 stretch  miles       

alone

not  lonely

in her  home

   intuition   taps

    blind  stick

    for   swaying