BETWEEN TWO ROADS

I walked too often to find roots

Of quiet place – away from home

And many times, I am plunged

Between two roads, striding away

In a long and strenuous journey.

Instead, I have to wash away dream

From my mind, dry pathway makes

Me frustrated, restraining me from

This wild journey, and excesses

Have been done upon my mind,

Sweet home is the prince,

Filling peace in everyone’s mind,

Rescuers are not at red soil or metallic road.

From daybreak to evening,

I learnt to stay at home, even if

I am dried out with thirst

Or melt in agony, none has loving tongue.

INNOCENT RAINDROPS

Wheel of the car takes raindrops with its spin

Road does resist it, innocent raindrops get tangled

Under this tension whose presence widens

Lawful curves strangled between road and wheel.

THE HILL ROAD (HAIKU)

The hill road, divine,

It is curved as our life

Gliding in green hymn.