The Return Of Spring – A Haibun

The onset of spring is a big celebration in India. Being from the hills, I have seen this celebration marked over my childhood years and at the age of forty, spring is the time for me to come out of hibernation. Over the years I have believed that I am the evolved version of a...

The Last Pages of a Class Notebook

I had this supposedly bad habit of doodling or scribbling on the last page of the notebook during class. By middle school I was sitting in the middle benches and by high school I was a back bencher but my academic prowess did not match my choice of seat. The reason I chose the last...

The Last Pages of A Class Notebook

Spring Rain

The dawn opened its eyes into the day. The spring blooms looked ahead to a bring sunny morn. But the sky was hungover with the night's drunken stupor and the grey of the twilight crept back into morning's way. The finch peeped out of its nest. Confused is it again a time to rest. The...

Beyond

This too shall pass and then I will walk beyond… may be into the meadow that Rumi talked about in his verse. Or may be ‘BEYOND’ for me is a window overlooking a lush green mountain, or even sun kissing the horizon before giving into the sea for waves to caress it after a hot...

Autumn – A haiku

The moon smiles, In the pink of Dawn, Autumn has arrived.

Autumn Evenings – A Haibun

The rains have stopped though the humidity continues to persist. Sunrise no longer spreads like neon light into the dawn. Dry winds carry a dusty haze across the horizon. The cacophony of the parrots declares unrest perched high upon the ledge of the twenty-fifth floor. Pigeons silently tread into the silver bill’s bird feeder, pecking...

Trespassers

real reflectionsof fake images ~Trespassers

Mirror

reflections of meI don't see ~mirrors

together or not?

you and i hand in hand play a game of being us only us has missed chance the wait of one so near is a lie we yet unearth