early moonset
so much to speak before
she left smiling
wild flower–
I breathe my
loneliness
melting away my pain— garden dew
the zero-shadow moment I am with myself
cherry blossoms—
the scent bridging
the long river
moonlit shadow
the old dogs lick
each other
blue earth–
lone robot on
the moon
deep dark space
many cosmic townships
with their own light
early dawn–
millions of stars
in dark
moonrise the sky from the oncology wing
early evening
the bat moves
moonward
Dog is misspelled
the child discovered
the Great
composing haiga–
painting sunlight
with black ink
a piece of chalk in my pocket first day of retirement
Valentine’s Day—
between you and me
a thin moonlight
flock of sheep–
the moon guiding
the evening
morning breeze–
the remnant rain drops
holding on to leaves
cattle herd
the one who walks
differently
deep silence–
planets move around
without noise
red carpet–
the monks walk
barefoot
old palace–
the guide speaks on
behalf of the king
foreign land–
amongst all strangers
a known moon
coins our ancestors exchanged a great length of time
first rain
the paper boat carries
my childhood
tea garden–
the narrow lane
leading to the sky
winter morning
the scarecrow with
a snow-cap
desert journey—
camels follow shadow
after shadow
sunrise–
the morning enters
without a knock
His Thoughts on Poetry:
The
poetic ecstasies and journey of human life are parallel and perennial, beyond
space and time The essence of poetry nestles in the diligent fragrance of the
flower, the simplicity flow of the river, the gentle spread of leaves, the
calmness of the ocean and the embellishment of soothing shadow. Poetry
unveils the physics behind light and sound, chemistry of colour and aroma, and
geological expression of the landscapes.
He feels, “Poetry inspires to unfold the sublime spiritual wealth of the tiny dust particle as it embodies the basic building block of creation: the living and the non-living. The mystic of art and literature delightfully reveals the kaleidoscope of science through colorful flair of human aspiration. It amalgamates the spiritual romanticism, transcendentalism and intellectual cadence of human beings in the perennial journey along the corridor of nature’s panorama of blissful beauty”.
The tiniest object of nature has its genuine worth in this world and it is associated with us in different forms. Perhaps it is the discovery of this truth that has given rise to the genesis of Haiku poem. Haiku imparts life to every object in the form of a vivid image. Essentially the genre of expression acts as a diligent medium of exploration of the beauty of wide spectrum of living and non-living entities. The tiny seed of haiku sprouts into a beautiful tree of wisdom. The doctrine of ‘haikuism’ will usher in building a planet of nature’s paradise and abode of peace and brotherhood.
The art of poetry glimmers the symphony of love and peace and epitomizes the culture through ages. The philosophy of poetry keeps on flowing like ripples of rhythm through time and space. It muses with the innocence of the animals, songs of the birds, swinging branches of the trees, braided rhythm of a waterfall, shifting shadows of mountains, breezing touch of the dunes of desert and silence of the azure sky!
Science is the composite reflection and
poetry is its genetic soul. Let us put poetry to thrive in time and anti time,
in matter and antimatter. Let it blossom the aesthetic sublimity of human life,
blissful endurance, and creative opulence. Like a flower, it sprinkles the
hidden fragrance to fulfill the purpose of fostering peace and fraternity with
the art of expression, perfection, and purity. Life is a poem, music its
journey!
He humbly expresses, “I am a tiny bird dwelling in my nest, and singing songs for others and to the surroundings. The beautiful nature, the mysterious celestial dance, tiny grass to gigantic tree, the spectrum of a living organism, the silence of the desert, loneliness of parting, vastness of the sky, the softness of snow, the burden of grief and sufferings, tender smiles of the kids, glorious womanhood, etc. influence my poetry. I feel I am not a poet, I am a medium to transcreate the treasure of the grains of sand and silence of the shells.”
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