A Withering Rose...Haiku

Haiku
Written for Haiku Horizons
Prompt: Decline

A Withering Rose..

Strands of her hair sway
as winds decline to hold back;
a withering rose

**

A withering rose
loses its layers quietly;
declining hair-line

**

Declining hair-line;
she tries in vain to hold rough
winds passing his way..

**

Winds passing his way
whisper true secrets of life;
love just lets it be..


RS:)

Her Glass Is Empty - Friday Haiku

Friday's Haiku 

for  Rebecca's Haiku My Heart

A faint splash of white

against the vastness of blue;

her glass is empty

**
Her glass is empty;

A thunder storm brews 

in far away lands 

**

In far away lands

clouds of dreams carry hope;

a half  broken Moon

**

A half broken Moon

and stars sing a lullaby ;

her glass is half full

**

Her glass is half full;

against the vastness of  blue

a splash of dark grey

RS:)

I Will Take A Walk Alone.. 3WW

What a cathartic experience

As I gather all the negative emotions

In a plastic bag

And tie them up tightly

I want to throw them far away

in the barren lands

But it could be risky

If the plastic gets damaged

And those dark emotions

Get wings once again

Won’t my efforts to walk

confidently with my face lit up

with happy thoughts

Land in jeopardy

Well, I think instead of putting

Them all in a plastic bag

I will let them fly with the winds

Perhaps the comfort of

Melding with clouds and trees

and listening to birds on the way

Will soothe them, I think, for now 

I will take a walk alone..

RS:)

A Love Story ... Haiku

Written for Haiku Horizons
Prompt: Comfort..

Shared with Haiku My Heart..

A Love Story in a Chain of Haiku...


A real hard pillow ;
he plucks a piece of cloud for 
her dreamy comfort

**

Winds arrest him for 
celestial theft of a cloud;
she sleeps in comfort

** 

She sleeps in comfort;
he smiles in the photo 
kept on her bedside ..


RS:)

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

**

Her open dry palms;

colourful paper boats 

flutter under fan..

**

She smiles in her sleep;

raindrops, moonbeams together
hit her window pane..

RS:)

When 'Sweet' Turns Sour..

Connive, Intrigue, Vehement

When Sweet Turns Sour..

My very kind heart

connives with my calculative mind..

who then instructs my hands

to  pick up that

little piece of sweet

with none watching..

Yet, it was intriguing

for me to find it so openly

kept within my reach

That’s when I heard

her footsteps behind me

As a shrill warning

echoed in the room

I vehemently denied 

with that piece of sweet stuck

in my open mouth..

Happens, when in early fifties

sweet turns sour for you..

RS:)