Haiku Dec15

pearl ivory


small teeth for self
and big tusks for ourselves
elephant's kindness

die to make the way
for the walking elephants
insects of forest

blinds see in own way
as pillar wall fan rope pipe
wise - an elephant

big wise elephant
does not kill but serves others
we call lion, the king


presented to him
the walking stick by my dad
grandfather's third leg

placed in the show-case
my grandfather's walking stick
his reminiscence

my grandfather's eyes
yet watch his beautiful house
hanged portrait on wall

holding his finger
me became grandpa's third leg
he taught me to walk

sketch technique

one under veil
other covered by clouds
two hidden moons

crazy to have sip
in the cup of lemon tea
housefly suicides

compete to each
who illuminates more bright
full moon or she  

one can realize
seeing his grandmother
where love is born

I saw always fresh
though wrinkles on her face
my grandmother's love

seeing grandmother
plants of the lawn go happy
shower in her hand

dishes I like most
my mother use to prepare
learnt from grandmother

used to give to me

the first chunk of sweet and cake    

my great grandmother

liked even she was
instructor of my mother
liked my grandmother


clouds condensed 
rainfall or hailstorm 
yet to know

got rid of clouds
fearing clouded by snow
the moon

stayed at airport
task-free several hours
sudden snow flakes

butcher counts stock
happier is the goat
counted last

terrorist counts heads
number ahead of him
counts last hostage

guides to heaven
hides behind black clothes
feared gunman

bloomed blossoms 
breeze of spring pilfers
the scent away 

fog and fall 
spring gets rid of all
sun shines bright  

earth dressed bridal 
her vital ornament 
the red maple 

an equinox
day and night agree to share
the time equally


spring equinox
fulcrum tilts day side
to melt the snow

night of heavy rains
shifts her cot here and there
holes in hut's roof


doesn't understand
doctor said - sleep tension free
wife sleeps on same bed

what learnt from robot ?
girls can spoil machine's mood yet
the student replied


looks down
to see the moon
where moonlit gone
earth is happy
dipped in

only yesterday
I put the diamond ring
in my finger
after he came
from abroad

Earth's health and wealth
Unless kept green
Would destroy
let's own the duty

Besty of pond
The waterlily

Won't look gorgeous
Unless lawn is maintained green
Bunglow of the earth


Rises high to take
The rough trunk of palm date
Beauty on the top


saw always fresh
though wrinkles on face
grandmother's love

I knew

seeing grandmother 

where love is born


five senses haiku

a green chilly
crushed between jaws
flooded mouth

when opens eyes
we see the world
the Sun

streams of music
yet a desert
for the deaf

sleep disturbed
a creeping fly
on the body

ceaseless sneezing
released dust of
dried tobacco

delicious bite
tag of war between
tongue and tummy

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leaves of banyan

clap to welcome

the breeze

the wind blew 

neighbouring country's whiffs   

imported free 

butcher counts stock
counted in the last
happier goat

fog and fall 

sun gets rid of all
bright spring  

I could not 

touched her lips 

my poetry  

in the restaurant
ordered a cup of hot tea
smelling in coffee

in the village street
ready with the stick in hand
a barking dog

in the washroom
hand on the wrong handle
wets sound of shower

Since you went away, ghazal

Passed the nights, counting stars, all the way;

My sleeps gone stray, since you went away.

The clouds rained upon, only my tears;

with my sentiments, wind began to play.

The birds have been chirping my hymn;

sang the song of love, on your pathway.

Moon and the stars shined my whiteness;

so as your nights be cool, calm and okay.

I felt your breath and whiff in blossoms;

about your fervor, whispering breeze did say.  

Peeked out every train passed, of my window;

perhaps boarded on one, you might stay.

I ever felt your glory in my closed eyes,

your revered presence through night and day. Since …

My sleeps gone stray, since you went away.

The Indian women

The Indian women are great.

They possess variety of the traits.

They’re actresses and dancers.

They’re engineers and doctors.

They’re politician and entrepreneurs.

They’re scientists and educators.

They’re the best home managers,

for the family devotees and dedicators.

They’re artists and the writers.

They make the passion brighter.

They’re model of kindness and love.

They’re beautiful and charming, enough.

Every Indian woman is a mother;

regardless, what she holds the other.

They’re officers and the soldiers,

in progress of India, the stake holders.

In achieving the nation’s goal,

Indian women have a prominent role.

Diwali haiku

Lord Rama
welcomed in Ayodhya
rows of lamps

rules over -
now the fire work
rows of lamps

pockets are tight
Indians celebrate
festival of light

festival of light
bulbs lighting up India
made in China

smoke and noise
poise to create pollution
the celebration

bangs of crackers
filled in air pain the ears
festival of peace

people go mad
exchanging sweets and gifts
blessed shopkeepers

poor quality
consumers forced to get
spree of new

children get lost
in sweet and fire work
bang of joy

we celebrate
victory over evils
doing evils