Haiku #7

firecracker moment

grim silence of after sky

hurried smile’s hint

 

Written Frames, 2018

Haiku #6

whispers of ruins

shush the hope of a silent

scent of debris stalls

 

©Written Frames, 2018

 

Haiku #5

crimson tinge on clouds

veil of evening shy of sun

teased of birds that fly

 

©Written Frames, 2017

 

 

 

 

 

Not so common . . .

Brooding eyes ponder

The rare sight of curled up lips,

A tale of extinct.

 

 

 

P.S. There are times when I wonder – Oh is this how I look as I smile!!

Let us make smile a little more common.

Do smile !!

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

 

©Written Frames, 2017

Mystery

Stagnant

Stink of water clogged

irks nose and a happy tongue

Fruits of rooted soul

 …  …  …

Dynamics of life

Stagnant water or still trees

Perspective matters

 

There is a teacher I remember who asked us to adopt change. She provided her stance with a comparison done to stagnant water and asked if we being hesitant to change, would like to stink for sticking to one situation, one manner or one fashion of living.

I wondered why to compare with still water, why not with magnificent trees standing tall for years and years to come. Such kind beings to bear sweet fruits of generosity!!

It is not necessary for a solution, an advice to work for all of us.

We all have varied needs.

Do not let them make you feel any less.

Embrace yourself!

 

©Written Frames, 2017

 

Benumbed

The paralyzed eyes

glint wet in expectation

film of past it plays

 …  …  …

The paralyzed eyes

gaped and frozen of failure

to expect near you

 

 

©Written Frames, 2017

Expect