Morning walks (senryu #3)

Morning walks –

a rich man walks to digest food

a poor to earn.



Ode To Matsuo Basho


I find you in an old silent pond,
The imagery you’ve left will outlive all,
With nature,your immortal bond
You will stand like a kiri tree tall.

You, the gem of haiku,
Your name be echoed in Fuji’s peak,
Mogami river shall chant your lines
Your praise be sung by the Cuckoo.
The rivers and the oceans shall seek
To preserve you in their shrines.

The Cherry trees bow in thankfulness
Pines remind of your gingko walks,
Spring departs,autumn smiles in
The rivers, the winds and the clouds.

Though time fades away,deem all out,
You shall remain in greenness of nature
Forever alive and forever young.
This word-wreath be bestowed
Upon you, your name shall be featured
In the valley  and ocean shall chant
your song.


An Orphan at Footpath


Torn clothes,
patched heart,
Barbed eyes
and frenetic life
Lived with agony.
Sewn by mockery.
Has got eyes but
couldn’t figured out
Who really is he?
Where does he belong?
Only the wind that blows
Knows his roots.
Footpath – his sweet home,
No homesickness.
Begging – his profession,
No more greed of more pennies.
Morning – a curse to him,
Night – an uncertainty.
he has no one to call his own,
He lives in merriment,
He lives in peace and
He believes,
If people changes,
one thing will never change
And that is his sweet home “Footpath”..

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Poetry And Me


Beside the seashore and the sand

With the waves or upon the strand.

Beyond the horizon and across
the cloud,

In the silence or amidst the
noise aloud.

With the birds and with the
flying kite,

In the forest or beside the

Among the flowers and with the

In affliction or in glee.

Above the mountain and on the

In the sunrise or at the dawn.

With the moon and among the

At the trains or at the cars.

Of the heaven and of the hell

Of music or of the temple bell.

You will find me doing poetry,

With these things revealing

Spreading the messages of love
and harmony,

Untill the day I go to crematory.


The Soul Within Me

B-kiran Poetry & Musings


A wayfarer, a wanderer;

Hankering for something unattainable,

Irresistible my soul.


My soul flies across the horizon

with the shapes of the clouds

And I try to draw a figure.

It looks down upon the jagged rocks

And flows with the river.

My soul, an itinerant musician;

Singing songs of sufferings;

Telling stories of downtrodden.

Foreshadowing tomorrow’s uncertainty.

My soul,dumb speaker and deaf listener.

My soul, wave in the ocean.

A traveller in the luminary world.

A conqueror of the universe.

A roisterer in the busy world.

My jaded soul,a dreamer.

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The Ripples

B-kiran Poetry & Musings


It was the morning time
I was resting on the park
Eastern sky was colored in Lime
Rising sun defeating the dark.

A dewdrop from the leaf
Dropped into the peaceful pool,
Created ripples across the reef
Was counting ripples like a fool.

Seeing the ripples my jovial face
Turned out to be a crushed can,
Like a defeated opponent in the race
Who can see the ripples* inside of men?

( *rise and fall of men’s unspoken emotions.)

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    Weekly photo challenge “horizon”



    This post is for weekly photo challenge created by:

    ABOUT THIS PHOTO: The horizon has always been a curious thing to me, the spectacular images of the sky and the earth meeting is a beauty to see and I always admire it ,how beautiful our earth is!

    3 haiku


    SILENT POND (haiku #15)

    A silent pond –
    moon’s mirror
    at night.

    BERRIES (haiku #16)

    Wild berries hanging
    like a lady’s earrings
    In summer days.

    FIREFLIES (haiku #17)

    Twinkling stars
    on the meadow,
    Fireflies at night.


    Photo: Shutterstock & Blogspot

    Weekly photo challenge – “hue of me”



    Phalut or Falut is a beautiful Himalayan peak situated 3600 mt. Above the sea level and it is the
    second highest peak of West Bengal ,India . Part of the Singalila Ridge in the Himalayas, it is located at the border of the Indian states of West Bengal and Sikkim and the country
    of Nepal . It is located inside the
    Singalila National Park

    A beautiful scenic View of Himalayan peaks like Mt.Lhotse,Mt.Everest(highest peak) Mt.Makalu and Mt.Chomolonzo are seen from Phalut in West Bengal, India. Mt. Kanchenjunga is also seen from phalut.

    Phalut and Sandakphu(21 kms from phalut) is the ultimate destination for mountain trekking . Trekkers from all around the globe visit this place. The season for trekking is March- April and October- November. Cannot be visited during winter because of severe cold and snowfall. In December- January temperature dips down to -20 degrees.

    Above photo is of trekkers’ lodge at phalut. The yellow meadow is the hue of me right now.


    To Mother Nature


    I seek immortality
    in two days’ life,
    Preserve me nature,in your greenary.

    I seek no mutability
    My destination is not grave,
    Save me nature, in your lap.

    I seek peace
    in your surreal beauty,
    Permit me nature,to play with your colours.

    I seek longevity
    like that old mountains,
    Entwine me nature,in your essence.

    I seek no disappearance
    like that morning dew,
    Let me flow nature,with that river.

    I seek joys
    In your broader chest,
    Hug me nature,with your strong boughs.


    With You In Autumn Evening


    The sweet songs of birds,

    We hand in hand across the lawn,

    Pansies white yellow and violet

    Tossing their heads in the breeze,

    Somewhere the sound of falling leaves,

    The sound of squirrel cracking
    the walnut,

    Calm weather warm sun.

    White fluffy clouds forming different shapes,

    A passenger flight in the blue sky,

    Sun born in the horizon and

    about to die in the horizon.

    Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest,

    Shutting and opening of our lips.

    Your unkempt hair flying backwards,

    Yellowish west sky.

    Heart shaped fig leaf’s shadow,

    Pale maple leaves.

    If I could stop this world from spinning,

    I would do so,

    Just to be with you,

    In this autumn evening.

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    Why this greed in your mind ?
    When you have enough to dine .
    Why this smiles I feel so fake?
    In your grave nothing you’ll take.

    Why this selfishness in your smiles ?
    You’ll walk someday hundred miles.
    Why this pity I feel so fake?
    In your grave nothing you’ll take.

    Why this rude your behavior?
    you’ll get punishment from the savior .
    Can’t you be a true human for God’s sake?
    ’cause In your grave nothing you’ll take.

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    Proposal in poetic style


    Eyelids want to meet

    River banks want to meet

    But if the eyelids meet

    One would be blind

    And if the banks meet

    River would be dry.

    My heart wants to meet yours

    And If they meet would love die ?

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