Hanabi (Fireworks) Haiku

gleaming bright colors

hued with the paints of sparkle

fireworks in the sky


fun festival times

a play of fire all around

the burning night skies


radiant ablaze

reflecting back the beauty

still river waters


the dusk approaches

warding off evil spirits

with glazing fireworks


across river bank

looking for the hanabi

come hoards of tourists


a boom and a bang

piercing silence of the dark

the lights of glory

*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 229.


Takenoko/Bamboo Shoots Haiku

going up and up

reaching for eternity

rigid, tall and straight


evergreen bamboo

shoots cut down and thinly sliced

boiled, to feast upon


survival circles

displayed around the body

every few inches


ward off the evil

takenoko surrounding

lonely Shinto shrine


wet and slippery

showered in the morning rain

a bamboo-poet writes


a childish cutter

gash shining stalk of bamboo

emerge moon goddess


shedding those gold tears

watching in pain, her moon world

born from bamboo stalk

* Written for Carpe Diem # 217 Takenoko/Bamboo Shoots

* The last two haiku are derived from a Japanese folktale; The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. I came to know about it in a Japanese cartoon show once.


The evolution of a being

from the childhood’s reverie

to a grown up’s veracity

from the glimmer of the stars

to the blaze of the sun

from a small injury

to a large gaping wound

from an innocent vision

to a gruesome deed

from the world of truth

to the universe of tall tales

from a fresh water lake

to the ever salty ocean

from the protection of the nest

to the vast lonely sky

from a seed that is sown

to a pest infected plant

from the drop of nectar

to an urn of venom,

the evolution of an infant

to a grown up soul

tarnished by world

shaded by emotions

from the afternoon nap

to the insomniac nights

from the playful toys

to the killer weapons,

there is an evolution

a real evolution

of a spirit as he turns

from a joyful mirth

to an evil sneer in the end.

* Written in response of Theme Thursday Writing Prompt.

The Evil

The evil stands up when I stand

It sleeps beside me on the bed

It is there when I eat

And also when I try to read and write

I feel its presence-

A chill descends upon my body

And my soul craves to run there and then

But I am lost

I want that evil to stand up when I stand

To sleep beside me on the bed

Be there when I eat

Also when I read and write

I want its presence around me

Because that evil is no one but me.

That evil is no one but me

Me being responsible for my deeds

I hurt myself

I kick myself in the shins

That evil is no one but me

That evil is no one but me…

That evil is no one but me

I am the one who deals with me

 I am the one who is my worst enemy

I am responsible for everything 

Everything, everything, everything

That evil is no one but me…

I do not know

who I am


I struggle to see

myself within


I do not know

who I am


I can’t find