1
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Belly full of sky
Gulps even cloud-clods moving
The lake water still
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(what is full will be content and still and will be a mirror reflecting the exact)
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2
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The autumn, an end,
Preamble to a new journey,
The colours, more cycles.
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(autumn is a metaphor showing end .. it is also a harbinger .. following by the calmness of winter.. then the colour bursting spring)
3
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Over the parched land
The summer wind howls, only
Flaked skin in tail
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(Flaked skin – skin of Mother Earth – dust, a parched land needs water.. a troubled situation need calmness/quietude to settle down with it)
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4
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bet’n the birth and death
life flows carrying murky silt
curling uncurling
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(silt is actually very fertile — yes, all experiences accumulate such fertile wisdom within us all along our life.. whether we are aware of it or not.. whether the experiences are good or bad)
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5
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River of thoughts
Behind it flows a song continual
Who is this third one?
(Note : Few days back I was actually doing something concentrating on what I was doing. And the though process was about the plus and minus of what I was doing. But there was a song continuously going on behind all those thoughts, which I have not heard recently at all. I am not sure how it happened. But the whole day I was listening to it. Now my question is who is this third who was watching these two parallel processes going on…? I am not simply exaggerating this. Just before sleep I was asking this same question to myself and hence this poem )
6
The birth and death
Empty are these two ends
Which is heavier?
Sarala
Beautiful haikus Sarala. Enjoyed the last one thoroughly.
Thank you Rekha 🙂