Sunday, August 30, 2015

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;

A New Haiku

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


Sunday, August 23, 2015

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


Friday, August 21, 2015

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..


Monday, August 17, 2015

Who Is Leading Whom? - Haiku

Written for Haiku Horizon

Prompt: Lead..

playing together
a mom becomes her baby;
who is leading whom


Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Wounds from a Tight Grip..


A Haiku

Wounds from a tight grip;
hanging on threads of moments
life seeks a soft touch


Sunday, August 9, 2015

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


Wednesday, August 5, 2015

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


Fresh Haiku

window of my room
opens and  the sun walks in;
mind fails to copy


Sunday, August 2, 2015

Martyr.. A Must Read...



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"..