To the hill

To the hill, I mounted barefoot to see sun rising from ashes,

Heart thumping, blooms a sweet desire in my heart to touch, kiss the sky,

A river, meandering through deep valley makes me feel alight

source- capetown travel

Poetic form: Sijo

Down the road she went…

down the road she went

with a letter in her hand,

summoning the post master,

she told him of her predicament-

he who was gone to war

had not returned back,

what had appeared was a sheet

smeared with a blood like seal,

she who could not read a single word

plead before the kind gentleman

to tell her what it contained,

 ~

the bespectacled man read carefully

and told her, her son was well,

that was what the letter said

while he faced away from her,

he handed back to her the sheet

and confirmed that her son was fine,

he had reached his final abode,

away, safe from war and hunger,

 ~

she shrieks, cries, wails, screams,

clutching the collar of his shirt,

and befell on her knees,

praying for who was never to return,

he supported her up and

they looked at each other,

waiting for the other one to

break that ominous silence

but it remained all still

while the sun dipped into the sea,

leaving behind a trace of red tinge.

Complimenting Buson’s ”In the stillness”

in the stillness

between the arrival of guests

the peonies 

.

awaiting the sound of steps

eyes droop down under spring sun

* The haiku is written by Buson and the two following verses are my creation, complimenting Buson’s haiku. For Carpe Diem Tan Renga #6.

Sand Haiku

slipping away fast

its a temporary feast

grainy sands of time

~

scooping up some sand

each single grain stands apart

eyes squint against sun

* Written in reponse of Haiku Heights #262.

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.