be careful

Bottom Left: Rossatty


what is with all these dew drops,
that stand   a   p   a   r   t    and together
on the pebbles of my path,

it meanders through tunnels
and valleys, overgrowth everywhere,
sprouting seeds of tolerance and bearing.

be careful of your heart because where it sets
becomes your yearning, it’s a debt that won’t go
off, it will surely be yours, like those eyes.

so be a Ferris wheel of life, winds won’t stop you.


For Writing Prompt# 132 at MLM Menagerie and Micro Poetry at At Real Toads.

This is Poem # 8 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems Challenge. And now I have started to get restless. Ha!


And then that was all…

I fell asleep an hour before, before it was to be

the swift change of the calendar, across diaries,

and on the walls, in the ledgers, on computers,

but most potently into the eyes of the eager ones,

looking into the face of the clock, holding breath,

counting backwards, with the whoosh of fireworks,

as if the world is going to tilt, by the tremor of voices,

reverberating, in the coagulating atoms of midnight,

a new chance, new opportunity calls to the hearts,

of the ones needing something to hold onto,

I among one of them, drenched in guilty desires,

and thus I woke up, a minute prior to the wretched

overlapping of three different sticks, signifying time,

and looked sleepily at the television screen, a circle

counting down to zero on a media channel,

and then that was all… after mouthing the words,

that one say at such moments, I resumed back to

lying down, into the sonorous arms of sleep


I wish you all a very Happy, Hearty, Prosperous and Peaceful New Year.

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Otiosity Haiku

never changing things

sun will always rise from east

the futile desires


its otiosity-

two plastic cups for one tea

resources wasted


writing on paper

the futile marks of ink smeared

type on computer

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 235.

Gion Festival Haiku

giggling girls swirling

yukata adorning them

paper fans in hands


gulping down the sweets

sumo-wrestler in Kyoto

the Gion is in flow


opened entryways

displayed family heirlooms

take a glance and leave


single stroke needed

slashing the rope of desires

begins matsuri

*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 230.

The Maze of my Desires

The maze of my desires, 

All of a sudden fizzles with fires.

I don’t know why,

I smile in such a condition so wry.

Its not terrible for me,

Let the situation be,

Prevailing around,

To which I’m now bound.

The maze of my desires,

Is tangled like the many wires,

Sparking electric current at times,

And that is all I can write with my useless rhymes.