Longing for Monsoon

The earth parched thirsty, desert sand blazing hot, waiting for those first clouds to make an appearance and pour down the nectar of life; every worm, every insect, animal, bird, aching for those drops to wash their body off, taking away the layers of mud and grime, they have coated themselves in, hiding away from the ball of fire, resting up above amid the blue expanse, still devoid of the white and grey monsoon shades, they long for. 

earth’s mouth open up

waiting long for single drop

gazing up above

*The haibun is written in response of Ligo Haibun Challenge.

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Embers: Composing Tan Renga

scattered in sand

embers of a saltwood fire

face to face with stars

~

bright red still smoldering hot

touch not, but savor the warmth

* The challenge was to compose the Tan Renga: I have written the second stanza in order to do so. The first stanza is by the poet Jane Reichhold.

* Written in response of Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge. 

Dripping: A 3 Sentence Story

The aged man was resting in the shade of the peepal tree on a hot and humid afternoon, when a sparrow maneuvered into the thick green branches, rustling the leaves in the otherwise silent atmosphere. The tired man didn’t notice the arrival of the newcomer. He just stroked his fingers over his cheeks where the bird’s dripping fell down over him, in his sleep.

* Written in response of the Trifextra Challenge.