A Confession in Tanka

~ Exhilarating,That time, when I stabbed the sky,The world slept in peace,The horizon bled to dawn,And I killed, sleeplessly, the night. ~

i’m afraid

i’m scared that i’ll wake up somedayand forget what it wasto feel so deeply.i’m scared that i’ll wake up,with no way out.i’m scared that i’ll wake up,to an empty table,empty heart,i’m scared i’ll wake up someday,broken and apart.i’m scared that i’ll wake up, sinking in my deep.the night is cold against my skin.i’m scared i’ll…

Night break pt.I

The glorious pines stand,In their battle scarred gowns,Taller into the starry sky,Belligerent and brown. A mystical aura,Drifting through the air,Ambrosial and damp,Complementing the moon’s flair. Enchanting music plays,From the orchestras in the sky,Little flickering fireflies fly,as the old peaks sit by. Gurgling creeks of silver flow,Laden with fish and toads,As this verdant moss ever so…

Everyday’s Christmas!

Stars twinkle brightly,Emitting Christmas lights,Glowworms glow like candle flames,Setting scenes of delight. All the trees that proudly stand,Rooted to the ground,Need no glass but just the leaves,For beauty to be bound. Stockings need not to be checked,For life’s a gift right away,And everybody we come across,Is Santa anyway. Some might gift us memories,Some might gift…

The stream

A broken heart,Bleeds tears.But it’s thoseUnder her eyes,That fascinate meThe most.How they crashOnto her skinFrom the oceanOf her eyes.Raindrops,From the stormsWithin her.How they glistenLike a streamIn the fall.Only a stream:Is full of water.Her tears:Full of words.Words:That weave poetry,As they trickle.Down her chin.Into the etchings,Of my palms. © Shanyu Bihani 2020 This is a follow-up poem…