there is another big world I keep

in the small space of my room;

my dreams tucked by board pins,

some letters stashed by paper clips,

notes of joy, laughter, little sadness

inside the yellow-turned diary pages,

some secret souvenirs of good time

kept neatly hidden in my wardrobe,

few oblivious scribbles on window pane,

old leaf, dry roses, ink, wall art, gadgets,

glad that I have taken care of them

always, like cherished treasures of mine.

the bright and the dark equally welcome,

wind and whispers settle swiftly in moonlight,

by my bedside, where many stories sit,

which I read or heard many many times.

whistles from some star ruffle my hair,

remind me of the times of love and talks,

I look out of the window, into the open,

where vivid memories glitter in the sky.

COME, stand in utter rain
with utter joy
what looks wet is not you
nor the world
but a haiku

Come to spring fields
wrap yourself with the glistering glee
what starts a lulling glow within
is not your senses
but a haiku

Ride on the coolest wave in summer
traverse over the hottest stretches
what soothes the tropical world
is not a breezy saunter
but a haiku

Hang in mid-air like haze and trickle in awe
some things would thaw, some things would snow
what dances with the sun rays under the sky blue
is not the warmth of nature
but a haiku

Even though you were gone,
I put back your words,
Derived the worth,
Fought the sump,
And justified your wrath.
Strong I am.
If not for me,
For your words' sake.

Under the smiling trenches,
And laughing burrows,
When the sun is no more seen,
All are same, you and me.

Did you take away from my yard
Some seeds long back,
And sowed them all
On my destiny's way?
For when I walk on,
Every once in while,
I see some flowers
That seem to know me.

Drips from my face, molten soul
About to die and fall, on the altar.
Is this the life you said'd be noble?
So painful, and just too much pain?

No body to heal, no body to feel,
The torment, the ache, the anguish.
Ah, its hurts like a snake too gruesome,
Ripped apart I am in eternal sorrow.

ONE day,

a log
said to the bog,

"you're all mud
and you ever survive,
i am all wood
but i always die."

the bog spoke,
after a long sigh,
"it is transformation,
which you deny.

I turn into nothing but soil,
when it is too hard to toil.
the sun smokes up all water,
i become a happy crater.

then comes by, the rain,
fills my bowl once again.
i see wild weeds,
some dormant seeds.
water lilies, papyrus, mangroves,
are all that come to me and grow.
i laugh with them, they sing with me,
castaway afar, but glad are we.
together we live and fear not fate,
that is how i live ahead!"