Summer (Haiku)

Dew rolls down the leaf

scorch swallows before it grounds-

would wind come by soon?

Casino

Dice roll, ingredients bare,

and flavours lure to the table.

Cards hold you with a glamorous stare.

Unruffled faces with a clink of a coin shuffle.

Stripped off his peace,

'double', yells a gambler-

teasing the fate with cubical piece.

Scent Speaketh

Scent of a cent,

the age of wine-

bring wonders and laments.

A hunter salivates, the hunted escapes.

When looks seem doubtful

and tongue beguiles-

scent speaks the truth.

Apology / Eulogy

Here, once a tree stood.

All the artistry can't bring life.

It's wilted to wood.

Fawn hunted for sport,

designs the living-

pleasure from innocent source.

Sun draws the nature,

waltzes over the deep sea.

Moon shades the picture.

In this intriguing nest

am I a miscreant,

stemming the growth of colourful eggs?

We fail to see the paint.

The stroke of His brush

imbibed in each space.

Hang Gliding

Road spiraled to the mountain top.

High and lonely-

geared for a sweet drop.

Deep valley, magical streams appeared tiny.

Fear wobbled over the mighty air

in bird's territory. 

Wings glided beyond aware. 

Timeline

Having been in black and white

I move into the technological zone.

New colours- bold and bright-

I reminisce about the generation old.

Would I have opted for video games then

if I were offered cyberspace?

Would these kids now play them

if otherwise provided open place?

Things joyed us long ago are not yet extinct-

if seen, felt with new set of eyes.

Hands change as the clock ticks,

setting new trends, benchmarks, styles.

Unfair to compare the present with the past.

It's just a timeline that's sped too fast.

Nocturnal

In the night I awake with his squeaks.

Quivering nose he scampers around,

and I with my broom and stick.

The trap with a cheese, an open-fridge.

The race with the rat is once again set-

on my battlefield, on his playground.

He the prankster, me the pet.