Friday, June 20, 2014

Her Open Dry Palms.. Haiku..


 Friday's Haiku


For Rebecca's 
Haiku My Heart



Clouds gather, chit-chat
and then go away with winds;
her open dry palms

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Her open dry palms;
colourful paper boats 
flutter under fan..

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She smiles in her sleep;
raindrops, moonbeams together
hit her window pane..


RS:)





7 comments:

  1. Lovely Ramesh... I can feel a nap coming on, so I too can dream of such moonbeams...

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  2. I know what you mean about the clouds chatting...I have seen their words in the sky.

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  3. This is sweet Ramesh. It speaks to me of love.

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  4. I had the light of the full moon wake me the other night at 4 am, very magical!
    Happy summer!

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  5. Now that's a strange night, when the moon can be shining and rain falling! ;)

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  6. oh ramesh,
    i am breathless for the beauty of you and this!
    thank you for always taking me outside of myself and placing me in a rapturous state.

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