A big tree
With pale foliage
Looking on
At a smaller pine at filigree
Of sunshine and shadow
On its deep green leaves
The sunshine has sprinkled
Lemon yellow polka dots
On its whole body
The gladdened big tree says
What a brilliant painting
Because of you, replies the younger one
Without the shade you provide
I would have been dull

Both laugh
From above
A cloud smiles
Raindrops fall on both
They look lovely

While clouds darken the sky
All the lights in the sky take refuge in our eyes
See, how nicely an eye-beam bridge arises between you and me
Monsoon sings outside our room in its splash... plip plop plip plop
In our rooms it is lub dub lub dub
The birds are restless
Come, let us raise a few haiku on the bends in the bridge

You sprinkle golden dust
From your poetry thoughts
I read with an almost lust
In fMRI radiant slots

A blue dash between the words
A scarlet touch between lines
A sudden flash of a sword
Here a sweet and there saline

Between stanzas a shade
A breeze from a river shore
Dew on soft green blade
Then further light for sure

Amidst the sweat and blood
Cool handful of flood

Wandering rain clouds
Lotus blooming in two pots
How long one can wait