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...

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 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...