She Gleans All That Is Love...

Haiku Horizon's Prompt:   Past


Sharing from my past ( archives)

from past to present
she gleans all that is love;
imagination


A New Haiku

past, present, future
all embedded in vast sky;
incomplete wings




RS:)

She Draws A Bright Morning.. .. Haiku...

Haiku Horizon... Prompt: Brush..

Shared with Rebecca's Haiku My Heart..

She Draws A Bright Morning...

Give me paint and brush

to draw happier pictures;

white canvass of life

*

White canvass of life

unknowingly gets black spots;

give me paint and brush

**

Give me paint and brush,

I want to draw my own moon ;

cut sheets of blue sky..

***

Cut sheets of blue sky;

she draws a bright morning, then

gives me paint and brush

RS:)

Sky Full of Haiku.....

Haiku My Heart Fridays..

Half a Moon and stars

as pieces of dark clouds fly;

sky full of haiku

Sky full of haiku;

he sits with an open mind

to catch if some fall

**

Sky, full of haiku,

sets them all free at once;

he catches three-some

**

God gifts three haiku

and he creates the fourth one;

your smiling bright face..

RS:)

Who Is Leading Whom? - Haiku

Written for Haiku Horizon

Prompt: Lead..

playing together

a mom becomes her baby;

who is leading whom

RS:)

Wounds from a Tight Grip..

A Haiku

Wounds from a tight grip;

hanging on threads of moments

life seeks a soft touch

RS:)

His Luminous Words... Haiku..

Haiku Horizons: Grab

Also shared with Rebecca's Haiku My Heart

He flies to the skies,

grabs a pair of stars, gifts her;

her blank twinkling eyes

**

Her blank twinkling eyes

are happy to grab a dream;

his luminous words

RS:)

Misty Window Glass... Haiku

Written for Haiku Horizons: Window

It feels good to be back..

From my archives...Couldn't hold myself from sharing..

Misty window glass;

lost, she scribbles his name

with her finger tip

**

Closed window

soft light, softer music;

she hides her wings

She hides her wings;

light fades, music stops, 

window opens

Window opens;

she spreads her wings and 

just flies away

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Fresh Haiku

window of my room

opens and  the sun walks in;

mind fails to copy

RS:)

Martyr.. A Must Read...

Martyr


Elder one willingly
left his share of sweet
for the younger one
who happily let the elder one
choose to be the 'martyr'
and cherished the delicacy..
Elder one smiled
without realising
that his choice had
given a pattern of life
to the younger one ...
Well, I don't think if
I have to narrate
the whole story
You already know
that the elder one
must have died
a death of a 'martyr'..
No, none remembers him
either for what he gave
or for what they took
There's one who visits a temple
every year on his death anniversary
and takes pride in being
a son of a "Martyr"..



RS:)