Seasons

The sun in the sky
shines always the same
Summer winter monsoon spring
Fleeting in my heart

Abode

Not in temples
or in idols
or in paintings.
Not in songs
or in ancient lore
or in mystic tomes.

Not even in love
in a true heart's prayer
in tears of ecstasy.

In the graceful silence of 'ma'
In the sated sigh of 'hA'
In the bold fury of 'kA'
In the delicate flick of 'Li'

She lives.

Current

I sit on the bank
pondering philosophy
The river flows on

Reflection

Bondage

With innocent joy
He catches the butterfly
This boy after school

Sieve

On a summer day
I winnow thoughts through sunlight
haiku, not haiku

First flight

Peeping over runway
Morning Sun's rising glory
And we have take off