A Confession in a Tanka

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

Blind threads- an Ekphrasis

No, don’t you try to unravel the inhabitant of my skull. Don’t you try to untangle this mess, this tumult, this brouhaha I call myself. Because I shall always be intertwined, lest having to live like hanging threads.

Dead storms, mornings bright ft. Tanka

The storm is all dead, Instantaneously gone, Shattered by the winds: Broken glass in lucid hands, capturing sun rays alone. ~ for storms will come, and storms will go, but you will make the sun shine bright on yourself with the very things that your storms will break…


~1.1~ Welcoming are the faces, Painted black and white, Eyes full of sorrow, Lips spread in delight. ~1.2~ Empty eye sockets, China-white skin, A deep full smile, Concealing chagrin. ~1.3~ “Peel off the layers,” I was there to ask, Just a frame work of bones: Her face without a mask. ~1.4~ Wide awake in awe,…

All things Haiku!

April seventeen The national Haiku* day Here’s my Haiku* then. (*Now Haiku’s a Japanese style of poem writing which focuses on minimalism. Just three lines with the 5-7-5 pattern of syllables and there you have your Haiku! So here’s my Haiku then.) 1.The sky is so blue With tufts of white floating by Silence of…