The Other-half

There is hardly any approach road to the other side. The tall palm trees, at a distance, give some hope of companionship. The faint steps of passersby lead to the thinly populated tribal village. The gentle aroma is in the air.

I find myself in a different world when I manage to reach over there. Free hand drawn paintings, on dwarf mud-wall, speak a lot of sublime kindness.

Out of gesture, someone rushes to bring a basketful of seasonal fruits for me. I enjoy the opportunity of mixing my smiles with their innocence under the great banyan tree. The sun sparkles through thick foliage sprinkling sheer happiness.

I return with feeling of warmth to store memories in my flat inside the crowded multistory tower.

evening breeze--

a bird is slowly flying

nest-ward

Simply Haiku, Vol.9, No.3&4, 2011 

ATPO 6 features poetry and non-fiction by:

Alex von Vaupel, Alexis Rotella, Amelia Fielden, André Surridge, Angela Leuck, Ava C. Cipri, Barbara A. Taylor, Barry Spacks, Bob Brill, Bob Lucky, Bobbette A. Mason, Britton Gildersleeve, Bruce D. Reed, Bruce England, Carmella Braniger, Chen-ou Liu, Cynthia Rowe, David Caruso, Deborah P. Kolodji, Dru Philippou, Elliot Nicely, Francis Masat, Gary Severance, Gerry Jacobson, J. Zimmerman, Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah, James Tipton, Jesse DeLong, Kath Abela Wilson, Kiersta Recktenwald, LeRoy Gorman, M. Kei, Margaret Van Every, Margarita Engle, Marje A. Dyck, Martha Alcántar, Mary Mageau, Marylin Hazelton, Mel Goldberg, Michael M. Marks, Natalie Perfetti, Norman A. Johnson, P. K. Padhy, Patricia Prime, Paul Mercken, Paul Smith, Peter Newton, Randy, Brooks, Richard Stevenson, Robert Kleffel, Rodney Williams, Sanford Goldstein, Sarah Allen, Scott H. Stoller, Susan Constable, Terry Ann Carter, Terry Ingram, Tim Geaghan, Vasile Moldovan, Winnie Dahl

Haiku Reality

early moon rise
cranes shift whiteness
to an old banyan tree

Honourable Mention, Haiku Reality / Haiku Stvarnost, Vol..8, No.15 , Dec 2011

Asahi Haikuist Network, December 16 , 2011

End of year
celebrating the journey
around the sun

Richly Drowned

by P K Padhy

Every body spoke very high of him

Some narrated

As the most distinguished,

Some compared

As tall as the ancient pipal tree.

Pearls of words rolled

As pebbles down the hill.

Words of adjectives rushed

As mad honey bees.

Hills of praises were built

And the reality stream

Dried out of shame.

The welcome speech ended

With noisy voice of winds.

He struggled with

An unbecoming smile

With his frog-like eyes.

Miserly every one clapped,

He was declared “Man of the City”.


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