A breeze A moment

Today on the walk

Silent breeze

Silently brought the moment

Deeply buried in my memory

A long time ago

A tear and a laughter

Caught my eyes

At the same time

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Random -Their wings my flight

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HAIKU # 107 &108

Guns anger blood shed

Humanity edge of fear

Where are we heading ?

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Cruelty of few

Destroying peace harmony

A trail of pain left

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HAIKU #106 A dilemma

Shimmering vastness

Close my eyes Feel the silence?

Or simply admire?

 

 

 

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Random- Walking with myself

When I reflect

There is only me Alone

Walking with myself

With no compulsions

No need to break the Silence

When sand sinks my feet

The wave washes them

The bliss engulf me

That is the perfect moment

Of celebration of Breath

And of SELF

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HAIKU # 105 Sunset on PALKI *

Riding on the clouds
Masterstroke of the nature
Happy radiance

*Palki : In Hindus a traditional ride shouldered by 4 men, the bride goes in a Palki to bridegroom’s home after marriage.

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HAIKU #103 Delicate thread

Moment by moment
Changing Unpredictable
Oh ! Life paradise

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Random -many moods one evening

Mom’s Lessons

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