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.

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

Senryu

Sick humanity  

Sticks  to sickles  and   swords  
happy obsession 

  

haiku

     

urchin’s empty bowl

copious  flow  swift  I  see

donor’s  heart

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 

haiku

  In  Love’s  blossoming

  veil shutters down

  quick  farewell