The Falcon

High atop a snowy mountain,

air filled with hunter's silence,

alert to it's foxy prey-

the royal falcon waits.

A serpent wriggles unaware

of the danger that circles above-

senses the shadow a wee bit late,

becomes the food in jungle's bowl.

The falcon dives at a matchless speed,

talons drawn for fiery need.

Pounces on the slippery snake-

how so venomous, now so pale.

Beware of the flight of the falcon-

swift, fierce and eager to kill.

One Guy Less

How we strive him to mould

to fit him into our maze.

Envious of his conduct,

and the guilt-free face.

He won't mourn for miseries we create

nor awe at our breathless pace.

In the crowd he's just one guy less,

but he eyes us as already dead.

Nice

Cranes squeak with laughter early morning in Nice-

hover around my balcony that overlooks the beach.

Shop-keepers clank open the shutters,

and coffee lingers longer in the air.

Come alive those small streets and lanes

as sunlight announces a long bright day.

Beige rocks on white pebbles shore-

along run long stretches of broad promenade.

Few miles down is Monte Carlo.

Sleek yachts sway to rocking parties.

Life here shifts to top gear,

and spurs you on with a new set of feet.

I bow, my sensors tuned for optimum reach

lest, I miss this subtle charm of Nice.

Switzerland

Red Swiss train spirals the country-side.

Looking out of the big window I see nature passing by.

Milk and wool graze on vast open fields.

Snow braces clouds over the deep green valleys.

Wooden cottages with their smoking chimneys.

Bed of lilies form a ring around them.

A river runs along the fields, rails, bridges.

Long stretched piers to sit and fish.

I feel I'm living in a post card-

painted and framed on God's canvas.

The locomotive hisses past the alpine trees,

through dark tunnels at a gentle speed.

In the big glass I reflect of amaze and wonder.

To this land of Swiss I surrender.

Fall (Haiku)

Red earth calls to wind

and a withered tree sparkles

shawls crisp sepia

The Quake - 10/03/11 (Tanka)

Earth rumbled deep down

the sea unleashed fury

homes and souls submerge

but wail not my rising sun

this dark night soon we shall pass

Return (Senryu)

Rum not deep enough
a dry sigh wandered around
then I found myself