Snow

 birds hold breath as
 a lone soul cracks mystic-frost. 

winter feigns, again

written for Haiku heights

wish

shadows at noon calm 

as  kites cut loose,yearn

for  hearths  of life 

written for haiku heights 

pain

Cosmic thorn ...breaches self

and cries - in her touch 

a lullaby is born 

For haiku heights 

Storm

STORM....in three strokes 

Winds insane weave

dreams of destruction

unmasked is life

Rain drops fall

to maim .. to undo

life ....yet.. fertile

Clouds breathe life

in gentle steps- life

returns home 

Written for Haiku Heights 

Mother...

ನೀನೇ 

ಮಗುವಾದೆ 

ತಾಯಾಗಿ 

ತಾಯ್ತನವು ಕಣ್ಣೀರ ಹನಿಯಾಗಿ 

ಮಗುವಿನ  ನಗುವಾಯ್ತು ....ಹಾಯಾಗಿ 

ಹಾಡಾಗಿ.

Desert ... and.... Heat

Sand moves  and becomes time

Time .....in hours minutes and seconds...

Time......in moments

Who says ....Time is frozen?

Who says ...Time waits?

Moments .....

Neither true .. nor ... False

Neither weak ... nor .. Strong..

Moments are moments....

grains of sand

that move....

a daze fills my self....

getting lost .....slowly 

steadily....grain by grain 

Letters meet and become words 

the heart feels the heat 

of the desert .....

I feel life ....not fertile ... not ...  barren 

I yearn for the morning sun 

the chirping cricket of the night pristine...

the first drop of rain....

just like the tribe....

of grains ... of sand...

Come my love .....

come out... of moments.....

of my yearnings and desires.....

of  the heat.. of being barren...

of the moistness of .. being fertile...

Speak my love.....

in my years of solitude....

in to my heart....

where every moment.. waits

only for you .

and time....

is infinite......and immobile....