Summer seclusion –
Listening, that evening,
To the fluttering leaves.
Tag: haiku
Haiku
Like chilly dew on
a warm morning
swiftly passes time.
Night Breeze
In cold night breeze
the falling leaves
and her dying dreams.
Moon Lit
Fast like the falling leave in
razor like winter breeze,
falls the night sky.
Quickly flows in the night-
moving shadow flowers,
the crescent moon beams.
Everything I touch
with tenderness, alas,
colored by moon light.
Time
Why is time so plentiful
when more of it just means
nothing gets done?
The year’s end approaches
but the tropic air is still warm.
I see the sun set.
The chilly night’s breeze
so swift to flow, and destined
to nimbly disappear.
Eyes that grow weary
await patiently a new sunrise and
more stories to be told.
The Wait
Drummed fingers sung of thoughts run
of things to come, carbon filled lungs,
premonition of a smoking gun
feet thump to prophecies from bread crumbs.
Rijul Ballal 