Wednesday, April 30, 2014

touch of warmth
melts the dew drops
the teary woman
wipes out her drenched grief
of the winter morning

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rolling stones
of the remote valley
the sand dunes
somewhere in desert  preserve
the footprints  of my long journey

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frail tree
still in breath
the old widow          
in loneliness branches
out her best wishes

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fragrance of flower
from far off distance
our relationship
I narrate and mail her
through the gentle  wind

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behind the window
she smiles half-way
I hold back tears
from my swollen eyes and
return home drenched in rain

The Bamboo Hut, Vol1, No.3, 2014 (Ed. Steve Wilkinson)

Friday, April 25, 2014

the earthen pot
broken by untimely storm
the twilight
darkened the hope leaving
thick blood on the floor

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audience listens 
the melodious song
mother murmurs
with her finger language
to her deaf daughter

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bird unfolds
the wings of freedom
the lone statue
scripts  from the slum 
the alphabet  of hope 

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village road
leading to the metro
the dignitary’s visit
ends with full of dust
eclipsing the sky with hopes

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with open wings
butterfly kisses the flower
breezy morning
beggars share their warmth
embracing the beauty of nature

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an old tree
veterans from nearby places
get  together
sharing memories with smiles
under the shadow of  twilight

Bright Stars Anthology, Vol. 1,  2014  (Ed. M Kei)

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Eiffel  tower--
the wind bends
the other way

Frogpond 37:1 (Ed.Francine Banwarth)

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

following her--
I follow the tender

The World Haiku Review, April 2014
spring morning--
the butterflies paint
the gentle wind

Haigaonline, Spring 2014(Ed. Linda Papanicolaou)

Thursday, April 17, 2014

winter night--
the beggar murmuring
to its shivering
                                            Winternacht —
                                            der Bettler murmelt
                                            in ihr Frösteln

Chrysanthemum 15, April 2014 (Ed.Beate Conrad)

Saturday, April 5, 2014

winter soup–
I remember the way
my grandmother hums

Akita - the land of Poetry, 2nd Japan-Russia Haiku Contest

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

grandma's home--
my childhood plays
at every corner

Sharpening the Green Pencil Anthology, 2014