Soft flakes melt on the plant’s skin
just like how your honeyed words
melt my agitated soul
I want to be that young leaf
that takes your icy surface,
warms your inner self,
melts with you
and falls with you to the ground
Curious Trees
Curious trees bend down,
Awed by their own reflection,
To take a close look
Disregard War
(Just an opinion against war)
Do not ever thirst for war, friends
Do not seek the ‘reversal’ of world maps
Substitute distaste for tolerance
and replace loathing with empathy
Spare a thought about the land destroyed by war
The heavenly landscape turned into a desert
Look at how the defeated are treated,
Women dishonoured and children slighted
The vanquished will tell you
that they do not seek glory anymore,
their half-dead spirits
only want to be left in peace
Your eyes that closed in a prayer for your country’s victory
would then brim with tears for your enemy
and you will become one of them
All of the civilised humanity united
against the enemy called war
Invading Coldness
The light ruffling breeze of the night
turned chilly
and unbearable at last
slowly permeating inside
the numb mind and the icy heart
triggering a painful coldness
that no blankets or medications
could warm
Caused by the nature almighty,
the coldness waits to be taken away
and transformed into a peaceful warmth
by the same nature
The Light Below
Bereft of his friend
He eyes the earth’s bonfire longingly
The lonely new moon sky
Butterfly Songs
With a smooth movement
the light-weighted beauty glides past
those hunting charmers,
perches on cattle
and moves away
causing a mild sensation
The butterfly settles on
the leaning flower
lapping up the nectar
before any livid bird
could make a claim
For the Love of Haiku – Abandoned Garden
Murky water pulls me in
The cold hand of death beckoning
I take my last few breaths
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The Last Words
(This poem explores the male point of view)
The autumn flowers were easing away
as were his desires
He sat by the lake
when she came
late by two hours
She started the quarrel, as always,
before he could utter a word
for she had already planned it
She now had her sight on
another man with an overtly big purse
and better prospects
He knew her thoughts
from her eyes
and looked on scornfully
as she uttered the last words
and walked away
She had won
and he had lost,
but so had that concept called love
The Beauty
She takes away the world
with a small glance
and they remain intoxicated
They do not hear her words,
refuse to understand her
and fail to recognize her talent
just gazing and admiring
Scared at first
then amused
and later taking it for granted
She succumbs to the admiration
Letting go the opportunities
Comfortable with her life
Glued to her admirers
The treasure of her mighty talent ignored
A Small Prayer
A prayer for joy,
sunshine and happiness in lives
constructive thoughts making progress
and defeating negativity
A prayer for the beauty of nature
to stay intact and teach the value of life
not lashing out of control
with their boundless energy
and washing away the world
in their angry sojourn
A prayer for peace
and warmth around
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