Haiga Archive

a season
to flower and flirt
another to ripe and fall
as i contemplate life
stars beckoning me beyond

out of the millions
i was the one accepted
at birth
now from where this fear
of failure in this rat race

on my first flight
i wished i could
touch the clouds
peering through the window…
flight of fancy

I was like a sadhu
wandering on the mountains
carefree, without bondage
then you happened
and my life found its anchor

being wealthy
i’ve the protection
of a high tech fort
but i can’t handle the weeds
growing within

there’s no first
or last in life
as you begin and end
in your own time
to each his own pace

on last visit
you were with me…
how time flies
and how far way in space
we fly with it