A Glimpse of Life

A gust of
Autumn wind:
Leaves fly and drift

To their
Unknown destiny…
With sand
In my eyes,

I get a glimpse of
Changing
Seasons of life.

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Bones ache, sleep evades…
Oh, grandfather clock strikes twelve;
Someone snores next door.
Its same time, but different strokes
One rich but the other broke.

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Pain

Even my shadow
Leaves me alone
At night,
When I switch off
The lights.

But not pain,
It is my constant
Companion.

I wish
I could
Take it off,
Like a shoe
That bites.

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Inner Eye

Each moment,
Each sight that attracts
And arrests,

Can’t be captured
Through lens’s eye.
So I lock them
In my memory,

To recall
When I am free…
or ovecome with
worry.
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On Finding Someone long lost

Growing old—I grew up,
Stopped hugging grief.
Rediscovered,
The child in me.

Happy just to be.
I wonder
How did I lose touch with it?

Careful
Like a mother,
Now I nurture.

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Duality

Darkness
Light

Despair
Hope

Day
Night

Love
Hate

Wrong
Right

Joy
Sorrow

Laughter
Sadness

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A Basket of Lemons- Senryo! ! ! ! !

Basket of lemons
At my door... ironical,
Who knew had sore throat...

No visitng card
pondered, was attached...
As I quitely sat,

making lemonade
with a dash of honey
to soften sourness...

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Silent Exchange

Silent exchange
of nectar
Takes place,
Among butterflies and flowers,
Without any fanfare.

Joy of giving
And the art
Of receiving,
Without blowing
Any trumpets.

You can learn
Only from Nature

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Insomnia! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Destroyed the physical
Evidence of our love;
What to do with
Ones etched in memory?

Like an insomniac
Who lies wide awake
In bed,
I too dread the
Night…

Wish could delete
At the click of a key.

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Let Go

As a ripened fruit
Is naturally let go
By the tree.

So should we,
Let go
Of our children,
When they are ready
To leave
And pursue their dreams.

Choose their path
And let destiny
Unfold its mysteries.

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