I walk on the pebble bay...
I see the sun shine by...
The sprinkler of rain...
and the pebbles go shy...
I see my reflection
and wonder where am going?
Have i ever stopped to ponder...
or this is another mindless stroll...
I stumble upon little opportunities
and pick the speck to be a part of it
the sand of time flows from my fist
the memories are all in gist...
what have i done?
where do i go?
how much to do?
when to be?
whose life is it anyway?
Some answers are best left unknown
some questions best left unasked
in all that questioning and answering
we lose the moment that's now-
and we do not even know how.
I walked on the pebble bay
saw my sunshine dreams
my faith sprinkled
and life revisited!
A little conversation and long silences with a dear friend and this is what it got me thinking. Thanks Mals!!
Monday, May 25, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
WE
New dreams reaped
Spring in the rains
A splendid horizon.
Shy moments
Autumn was coy
Eternal embrace.
A year gone by
More summers to come
A lifetime of togetherness.
Each verse a haiku (still learning the ropes of it)...
Each depicts a moment
Each redefines the WE!
Spring in the rains
A splendid horizon.
Shy moments
Autumn was coy
Eternal embrace.
A year gone by
More summers to come
A lifetime of togetherness.
Each verse a haiku (still learning the ropes of it)...
Each depicts a moment
Each redefines the WE!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Ride
'Our' First Bullet Ride- May 1st 2009, Bangalore to Hassan and back!
The bike rode on-
Rain met the horizon
We came here.
**My first attempt at Haiku
**Rules of Haiku:
Some of the more common practices in English are:
- Use of three (or fewer) lines of 17 or fewer syllables;
- Use of a season word (kigo);
- Use of a cut (sometimes indicated by a punctuation mark) paralleling the Japanese use of kireji, to contrast and compare, implicitly, two events, images, or situations.
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