feather breeze (3 haiku)

feather breeze
at the end of night
a bird call


obituary--
i owe him more
than i imagined


morning rain
merging with the ocean
my prayers


[ R.I.P, filmmaker Rituparno Ghosh ]

Ripple in the pond

Have you seen the moon
breaking up into ripples

my world broke
when you dropped a pebble
and said you'd be off
the day after

even now
i see moons disintegrating
into smaller ones
till the pain dies out
and mist rises

yet i no longer fear
for further dissolution
of my being

the 'plop' does not stir
my composure

i relish the fading away
of minor details
forms merging to formless

the moon hardly sounds
being split up to pieces

You (tanka)

following you
to that corner
of my mind--
is it the dream
that tells a lie?


your eyes
fail to notice me
consciously
… a humble bee flirts with
wobbly chrysanthemums


again the urge
to rekindle these embers...
with a soft smile
you stand arms akimbo,
in a vale of fire florets

Cinquain

someday
you will make out
the meaning of my smile:
now there's mist and clouds ruling
the dawn

Haiku in May

looking at you
without looking
... a bumble bee


blue dragonfly--
folding the sky
into its wings



reclining upon
dad's wooden armchair
wasn't there a bolster