Written for
Sunday OSI : 2013
Saturday Haiku Heights:Rescue
shared with Haiku My Heart..
Warm Hearts Rescue Me..
Cold winds of Panjab
hit me hard and I shiver;
warm hearts rescue me
Warm hearts rescue me;
two thousand thirteen gifts a
happy visit home...
Happy visit home;
ah, winter flowers dance in
cold winds of Panjab
.
RS:)
I like the mix of joy and sorrow, sorrow and joy that I read here!
ReplyDeleteNew Haiku: None to Rescue
Lovely
ReplyDeletelovely
ReplyDeleteEven happy visits conjure other emotions...beautifully written ♥
ReplyDeleteBittersweet today. Enjoyed it.
ReplyDelete"Winter flowers bloom" - wonderful image. Love the passage back to "home".
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely haiku, Ramesh
ReplyDeleteReading this puts me in the arms of warm memories!
ReplyDeletethe feeling of familial warmth is powerful....love the '2013 gifts'...just the right amount this year...
ReplyDeleteA haiku full of love, warmth and gifts! lovely!!
ReplyDeleteA cold winter wind blows here today. Your haiku is heart warming. Everyone loves gifts.
ReplyDeletea lovely balanced yin-yang
ReplyDeletemuch love...
lovely
ReplyDeleteA visit to hometown...what can be better than that....
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I love the way you end with the same line you start with.
ReplyDeleteI love the warmth of your haiku... wonderful and welcoming. Great use of the word for the week. I have followed you on GFC too.
ReplyDeleteEliz
Going home is always a happy occasion.
ReplyDeleteFor these precious thoughts you are charging only a smile. This shows that you are a richest person in millions of people.
ReplyDeleteIt must be really cold there in Punjab! We feel it here in Mumbai.
ReplyDeleteWarm feelings in Haiku.