In Hongkong

A week long, in Hongkong

A pretty wonderful land

in the delta of pearl.

Five petals of HK orchid

on the red ground unfurls

Nuhai, sing a song, in Hongkon

Hop a little, shop  a little,

on the Victoria peak.

Sweeping view of harbor,

taste of cuisine you seek. 

Baobao ding dong, in Hongkong

Ferries buses and trams,

slow but no traffic jam.

 Stunning glittering evenings

within it, sight amalgams.

You be among, in Honkong

At the exquisite harbor

enjoy the cruise by nights.

Mesmerizing reflections

of colorful neon lights.

Play ping pong, in Hongkong

Have the ropeway ride

to Tian tan Budha statue.

Be amazed watching;

on the way splendid view.

Cable car to Ping Ngong , in Hongkong

Ocean park, museums
buildings like bamboo jungle.
Water surrounds all around
peninsulas like the ginger.
No English mere Mandarin tongue, in Hongkong

Ocean park, museums

and floating restaurants.

Capture warm hospitality

of the people vibrant.  

(C) S. D. Tiwari

Greenery

When water is poured

into the barren terrain.

I have seen the grey ground

turning into green;

Is it soil or the water                                                                                                         

that confers the color?

Thought over too much

but no solution seen.

Now won’t ponder much,

leave the question as such.

I just know greenery pacifies

and gives pleasure to the eyes.

Dog-fly on horse

Got a chance to ride on the back.

No bridle, no rein, no saddle pad.

Boarded on, the dog fly

Horse began neigh and cry

Raced in full speed on open track

Idiot's lapse

Puts on his back bulk of load, larger,

Donkey doesn’t argue with his master.

Thinks, may be perhaps,

it is the idiot’s lapse.

Could feel pain, if self had the torture.

Timely action

I know what is the life’s goal

Not going to trougble my soul

Going to marry soon,

won’t wait for afternoon

Leave the career behind, to roll

Pretty face ugly attitude

No one eats the pretty fruit,

if poisonous is its flesh.

Silly brain and ugly attitude

can’t bind heart, even pretty face.

Pretty is the flower

of the Autumn Crocus.

Has no pleasing fragrance

and yet is poisonous.

Pretty is Osage Orange

but a venomous fruit.

It’s plant has the real beauty

I know, in it’s wood.

Pretty look is not enough

unless alluring is trait.

No one would like to go to hell

even, if splendid is gate.

If the heart is lucid

and the soul is beauty;

everything is lovely

and everything is pretty.

Pub of the town

There is such a place;
where can you find solace
- that is pub of the town

Where, the alcohol flows,
faces and hearts glow
- glasses filled with fluid brown

Where; there is full democracy,
there is no worry of privacy
- sign of status is put down

Where you get beer and spirit;
stays elevated your spirit
- heads appear, owned crown

Where you always be festive,
joy is full and massive
- everyone has worn cheer’s gown

- S. D. Tiwari

Doctor haiku

paedriatician

treated as many babies

grew as older

loss of the hair

treated several years

doctor goes bald

Pretty face

No one eats pretty fruit,

if poison is in flesh.

Silly brain or ugly attitude

can’t bind heart, even pretty face.

Pretty is the flower

of the autumn crocus.

Has no pleasing fragrance

and yet is poisonous.

Pretty is osage orange

but a venomous fruit.

It’s plant has the real beauty

I know, in it’s wood.

Pretty look is not enough

unless alluring is trait.

No one would like to go to hell

even, if splendid is gate.

If the heart is lucid

and the soul is beauty;

everything is lovely

and everything is pretty.

Mice fill own

farmer’s ready

to take food grains to home

mice fill their own

firefly

Does not look for
Its things in day light
Wastes fuel, firefly

lizard

Lizard
Jumped away when removed
Hidden in curtain

my luck

My  luck
Blend of beauty and love
Got together