Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The song of Anjaan Peer....dance of death

On the Steps ... of life 
I seem to remember some things 
of the past ...of the present and 
of the future....


My eyes are red...
just as were ..of the man 
in front of me..as I watch...
a swarm of flies


Look around ... its the place of dead
I say.. you've arrived..
dog brothers play with the child
and the boy does a somersault
for a dime...
the dead sleeps


the river flows...a mile away
and then it takes along with her
ashes....but memories stay
of the priest in warm cloths
of the many dead in queue
of the shaven heads
beaten breasts... the pyre 
 and ..longing lives 
back home


but then they speak of the dead
his life .. his deeds...
some say he was sane... some wise 
and some are in silence ...
grief is rare...pity the  life
and its play


the dead is deaf and the dead is indeed blind
The dead is numb and the dead is cold
how does it then matter...if the flowers are 
jasmine......or.. .marigold.


what a shame... 
life is .......at death..
wretched air....
carries all the soot 


and so she sobs for all things lost
under the veil
I cant see well
but am sure of her heart
and her eyes .... red
in tears...she beholds
a future unseen




Tuesday, February 19, 2013

sugar



crystal mist splashed 
across still sky- in sleep
a baby toad smiles 












sugar .. crystal....smile in sleep....a sweet dream....a baby... innocence.. toad...you...sky..all that is yours in stillness


written for haiku heights 

Friday, February 15, 2013

Red






Red were his eyes
and so are hers now- Love
agape a torrent














written for haiku heights




Thursday, February 07, 2013

warm hugs




Warm hugs to  friends on Haiku Heights


today my blog almost exclusively made of poems
has crossed 4000 visits !!



as I note .....4000 visits is nothing in blogging terms.....but 99% of them for haiku!!!.... is something to cheer.


Sunday, February 03, 2013

pride



the lone toad drops
his ego - waves get to
infinity

infinity

waits till blooms wither
like seed !like seed!


























written for haiku heights