Monday, April 29, 2013

Heat (Haiku)

The leaves agonize
Sun spreads like a hot towel
Hope for a trickle

Saturday, April 27, 2013


The fired-up sun spread like a hot towel,
eclipsed the glories of a long winter.
When intense heat poured forth from the bowels,
a jar of iced-chaas shall whip the swelter.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013


Every morning I ask the mirror,
“friend, please reflect and tell me,
am I what I seem to appear?”
Too proud to express, too blur in else’s dress
is the lame image in which I hide.
Glass looks for I cannot see.
But the truth is truer in a cry.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013


Amidst the mist dwells an old temple
on the hill echoed with green,
where the wind drones like a disciple.
Cauvery river starts its journey here.
The bells hum their presence in the haze.
Priest chants. I feel the unseen-
take a dip in the holy amaze.

Monday, April 8, 2013


Heart swelled as passion rushed thru the veins.
Inflamed each fiber along,
and a flower bloomed of a fine grain.
Over an ivy, and its freshness heady
Vast, deep and beyond the illusion-
in the dark ocean it dawned,
on wings of spiritual wisdom.