Saturday, June 30, 2012

Morning walk

morning sun
colors the shores gold,
pure honey


crushed-shell sands
soft in morning walk,
 perfect gems


calming breeze
bed of rocks and reef,
open sea

Picture credit:   here

Thursday, June 28, 2012

The walk

he   walked  backward,  while    i
walked  forward,   walk(ing)   afar,   looked        
back,  i   checked  his   side(ways), 
while    barely  keeping  straight      face                                                  
i    noticed   his  face  straight (too)      

A 5 x 5 square poem, which can be also be read up and down.   

he                  walked         backward,      while           i
walked           forward,       walk(ing)        afar,           looked        
back              i                   glance(d)        his              side(ways), 
while             barely           holding           straight       face                                                  
i                    noticed         his                 face            straight (too)         

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Square Poem - based on my afternoon walks 

Picture credit:   here

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Black or White

                                                                      Touch of Evil

In his rumpled cigar chomped suit, Orson stares down at his prey's brown eyes. 

Black or White ?  he rasped in his gravel voice.

As he waits, his hand caresses the gun like a lit dynamite.  

The victim's badge is torn,  shoes worn down from many fistfights, 
weary gladiator in the midst of the malaria-infested city.           


Sneering like a crowned vulture king, Orson cocks his gun in slow motion. Plump
fingers prime for the shot at the head.   His justice, his rules.  
*firing shots* 


When we play God,  we also dance with the Devil. 

Posted for :   The Mag :   I read and watched for a bit Touch of Evil by Orson Welles 

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Stepping stones


stepping stones
one pillar a day,
bridge of salt


helping hand
brings the summer sun,
amidst rain


your kind words
 waft across the sea,    
warm teapot 

Thursday, June 21, 2012

From my window

clear glass window stoops over city's freeway
where cars and trucks rumble and sprint like ants
on brown veined leaves, underneath summer sky

whistles and tires drum the roads like bees gathering
honey before the butterfly net catches its golden tails,
scaring small black birds perched on the maple tree 

nearby the flock of geese amble between parked cars
like a solemn procession for the saints or the brown cross,
babies following the father robed in white and grey

above maze of roads, she comes to peek at my window, 
checking the traffic she says in her soft wistful voice,
but always craning to see her cottage, a dot in the blue lake 

her face is apple stained with divorce papers and struggles
of everyday cares, but her eyes twinkle in a merry dance,
stomach full of laughter,  as she thinks of retiring in 7 years

my eye catches the shade of the day,  bright cantaloupes, 
ripe mangoes sliced sweet and plump, framing office cube, 
bare of personal touches,  clearly a pit stop in my book of travels 

i don't see a white cottage by the lake, but the arms of sun
growing longer, brighter in orange twilight.   a thunderstorm 
is coming tonight but for now, i like the view from my chair   

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:  Where in the World am I
and Poets United:   Labyrinth

picture credit:    here

Sunday, June 17, 2012

The tree

                                                                              Puddle, 1952, M. C. Escher

There is a silent forest beneath
my road, soft with water, hard with oil 

Peering to see the full moon
shining at the edge, halfway across the sea 

You waited for me to cross the sky,
with your lantern eyes and wrinkled hands 

Glancing back, your words carried me
when my legs were puddle frail in the storm 

your gnarled limbs and deep roots reach
for me, and lifts me high from brown soil

You are the tree that carries me, still
in my journey of many roads, many seasons

now as your leaves fall slowly like gentle rain,
i carry the seeds of your forest in my hands



Happy Father's Day !!!

Posted for:  The Mag 

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Fruity summer

young woman
pares fruit fast and quick,  
skilled vendor


grey haired man 
bites watermelon,
grinning boy   


health guru
snacks on summer fruits,
clear river

picture credit:  here

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Celebrate today

i walk in the warm breeze of orange sunset
the roots of the maple tree follow my trail
over the serene park and green fields

the long awaited summer is finally here 
young children playing, carefree as the wind
teens ambling in groups, stretching new wings

June is a milestone, not just for school close, 
but its also my dad and folk's anniversary month 
and the start of our new life in this country,
7 years ago   

crossroads, small and big, define us 
and bring us to unexpected journeys and challenges
we sometimes don't fully understand  

like seeing the half empty glass, 
until we learn to trust and appreciate 
how far we have come, not just physically 
(like my 13 year daughter who is now as tall as me)
but also emotionally and spiritually

when we see the beauty in the everyday
when we carry with grace the simple tasks
when we take another step forward, then another
when we forgive and accept our limitations 

today is a good day to celebrate
all the good things   

Posted for:   Theme Thursday:   All the Good Things
and Poetry Jam:   Celebrate 

picture credit :  here

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Not so ordinary

stillness of water,
ordinary everyday,
leaves shine as gold gems 


simple joys
dazzling as sunset,
weary eyes


ordinary meal:
rice of boiled chicken and spice,
fire on my bland tongue


special cake:
cream and ripe mango, 
sugar rush


gentle words
ripple old river, 
healing hands

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Ordinary 
and Haiku My Heart

Picture credit:   Uwe Eischens in Moments like this

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Rainy day

the sun rises 
behind white splattered clouds
like dry sands etched on beach sky

in the pale light
cars and trucks cross the familiar roads
like busy yellow bees in crowded city hive

a cloudy day is the forecast
spring is now wet earth and moist fields
like exploding red roses blooming the garden 

it has been year since i planted them,
hardly breathing during winter spell,
but sturdy roots and thorns thrived, faithful to spring 

now as rain pelts my car windows
like giant waves rocking boat in the sea,
i think about red roses and thousand seeds on ground    

budding, growing, spreading arms to touch the sun     

Written for Theme Thursday:  Full Circle :   My red roses are in full bloom.
and Poetry Jam:   Water:   It was really raining hard today.

picture credit:   here

Sunday, June 3, 2012


                                                                               image by Klaus Enrique Gerdes

there is loneliness in these quiet streets,
it stretches, unspoken grief to my street,
I pick it up, limped leaf, trampled flower

there is unwanted madness in the air
it pollutes mind hungry for nature's air
I open the windows, spring is outside

Gather blooms, greens, fruits, vegetables today 
forgotten garden, new and fresh today
with blessed eyes, the world is abundant  

Nourish the land, of grateful seeds and trees,  
Harvest is rich, enough for you and me 

Posted for The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   Poetry Form:   The Blues Sonnet
Iambic pentameter with the Rhyme scheme is thus: A. A. a. B. B. b. C. C. c. e.e.
and The Mag 120 

Friday, June 1, 2012


unlocked door 
smiles on welcome mat, 
black sheep weeps

black sheep weeps
father's orange robe,
humble feet

humble feet
bowl of warm water,
unlocked heart


red bouquet, 
home made apple pie,
door opens


morning sun, 
bright as new door keys,
open roads 

    Posted for Haiku Heights:   Lock