Waves And Thorns ( Tanka Series )

Waves And Thorns

Some time I feel like 

Questioning everything,  

But find no answers.  

Does it reflect my deepest  

Hidden dissatisfactions? 

Storm churns in ocean  

From a distance the movement  

Of waves is serene. 

Sunset spreads a ruby glow

I sit in a quiet trance.

I watch a squirrel 

She rolls over in dirt bath!

cajoles a young one!

Their playfulness spreads a wave

Of mirth into my heart.

Learn to live with thorns. 

Often it comes from your bush,  

This is how it works. 

Tired of working to dissolve. 

Even a little thorn hurts. 

I eat too much 

My stomach rebels!  

I eat too little  

My sugar goes down! 

What a nuisance old age is!  

Need a long long rest.

Somewhere in oblivion,

On the higher grounds-

Above the slippery slopes

There is a paradise.

8. 21. 2016

Longing For A Cool Breeze

No sun and no air

Just sweltering humidity 

Like an unwanted thought

Troubling mind and body

And you- like an caged bird

Fluttering to escape 

The heat, the sweat, the discomfort

The sleepless night.....

Trying to push it with all your might 

But failing to do so......

Longing for a cool breeze....

Terrorism

Terrorism has no religion, no creed

No nationality, no caste and no heart.

Just a radical maneuvering of war rules,

Based on poisonous thoughts, masked

In human mind of countless identities.

An acid thrown with vengeance

Upon decency from hands unmarked.

9. 28. 2015

Edited on 8. 7. 2016

A Bird’s Chase And A Bee’s Flight

On one of my morning walks when the

Day felt ignoble and routine, suddenly

A black bird with a coarse shriek came

Flying violently in air above my head.

Her plumage looked wet and unkempt.

She was preying upon a wasp or a bee.

The spunky wasp flew with all its might.

In a duple' time the chase was over.

The distraught bird probably heavy with

Damp feathers had lost its battle for food.

Today the bee won the fight for her survival.

Tomorrow she may not be so lucky though.

But for now she can be grateful and rest

In the shady crevices of oak branches.

I watched the weary Grackle too, taking 

Shelter in the opposite cluster of pine needles.

The frenzied atmosphere returned to vacant             

And languid idleness of hot summer morning,

But not before it made my regular walk under 

Cerulean sky a bit more exciting and of a show wild.