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...

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

Flame of the Forest

Red blooms the Parrot Tree, Carving a niche against the white clouds, Blue sky bows in reverence.