RED SUN TAKES LEAP (TANKA)

Red sun takes leap

Above horizon and hills

Greens awakening

Morning gets quantum with joy

Life is worthy, yielding pride. 

TRANSITION OF THE EARTH

While moving in a train, it comes to my view,

The front of hills, the front of greens,

The front of clouds, the sky is ready to take

Everyone in its review, the day is bright, playing

Hide and seek with sunlight, shadowy and sunny,

Visible with clarity, greeting cheers, forming

Day time dance, almost singing, birds flying,

Essence of freedom is full of sense and tense.

The day is full of caesura, lines of a verse

Window of the train becomes passage of the earth,

As if it is classic awakening, pretty wellness, arising

From the dark, we are responding with singing,

Cadence with time and travel, wondering scene,

Sprouting of joy and introduction of rain, forming

Fortune of pupil’s vigor, we are experiencing it.

This nature’s royal attire reinvented, priceless. 

THE HILL ROAD (HAIKU)

The hill road, divine,

It is curved as our life

Gliding in green hymn. 

THESE CHILDREN ARE GROWING IN SILVER SUNLIGHT

Autumn sun-rays play in the hill region,

Morning spreads pleasing care around,

Lightly move little children in the village,

They are enjoying in wind of soft harmony,

Birds and greens mingle in sweet singing,

Climbing papaya tree is magic with balance,

For food of the day, the boy tries to pluck

Papaya while others are looking at him.

At that time we are walking along there

Seeking some desperation to find life,

It is another sojourn over our living pattern,

We are delighted in the boy’s turn

On childhood honeying with the nature,

It becomes fairy tale in bold and free

Spin of the boy’s attempt to go forward,

These children are growing in silver sunlight.

I HAVE TO CARRY SANDBAGS

I have to walk on a forlorn street,

My way passes by a sand filled riverside bungalow,

Where live some people with immunity,

Their field for walking is matted with green grass

And controls and measures altogether,

I cannot announce my anger in a voice,

As the wheel of interference is strong and punitive,

Victory is theirs; my anger is a lost boat in the ordeal,

Fortune comes with their dreams, I am the dry leave

To fall upon the river, they make whims and dance

With sound of whistles those are flash news,

I am the onlooker in a circus show, and they are creator

For wind in the firmament of enjoying, and I am flown,

And sandwiched through their business and green houses

With running cars I cannot even ride or hire one.

I am abandoned in a sand hill cleft,

I can only whisper, knowing I have to carry sandbags. 

DREAM AND VISION TO LIVE IN PEACE, IN THE NEW YEAR, 2013

Just now the town is flourishing near the nature,

The hill-contour stands alone not solitude, as it is

All before the vast room for the town, even one

Can roll on one’s little room, in flower bed

As if the green outside, with river basin inside

Greets everyone with the creation of loving rhymes.

Everyone here will find value if one try to find

Something worth that is common to all, breathing,

A mystery of our existence, over the life,

Deep conversation around the nature, filled with water,

Fresh with resolution, covering life line of every relation

On our dream and vision to live in peace, in the New Year, 2013.