20th Oct 2006
The red leave-flames dance,
on the cold, autumn tarmac --
Cold fire on black ice.
An attempt to put up Haiku in the English language but with an Indian flavour. Other forms of poetry, equally bad, may make cameos.
The red leave-flames dance,
on the cold, autumn tarmac --
Cold fire on black ice.
Posted by Bald Monkey
Frost on the windshield.
A blurry view of the dark --
Just like my birthday.
Posted by Bald Monkey
Silent rose shaped cloud.
A cold winter afternoon --
My long lost childhood.
-------
Sultry humid night.
First short, cold monsoon shower --
Fresh sheet. New poem.
-------
Slow rain on the trees,
gently washing drooping leaves --
Cleaning memories.
-------
Warm, whispering winds,
mourn in the bamboo forest --
Her last fading breath.
Posted by Bald Monkey
My equally boring primary blog.