My Haiku days

 03.12.2025

Lonely roads I see
But peace at last there must be
I find strength in me.

4.12.2025

After the whole day
Lethargy grips my body
I fight the trap to be free

5.12.2025
A frenzy mind waits
For the breeze to blow away
Unsettling  dead thoughts.

6.12.2025

People from the past
Keep crawling into my mind.
Memories erupt.

7.12.2025
A lazy day spent
Struggling to  discipline  my
Wayward , fickle  mind.

8.12.2025.
Childhood seems a dream-
Chilly air and carefree  days
Laced with love and tales.

9.12.25
In the moonlit sky
I spy stars and wisps of clouds
Whispering all night.

10.12.2025

A new stage in life-
Of changes and the unknown ,
Just ride with the tide.

See what happens  now.
Be like clouds across the sky-
Simply  drift and trust.

11.12.2025
Sitting at the back
of the black ambassador
I followed the moon

Mesmerized by the
White glowing plate,the child
Tracked the moon till home.



12.12.2025
The banjaras sit
With their mortars and grinders
Few buy, few pass by.

The pavement their home.
With blankets and stoves, waiting -
For their wares to sell.

13.12.2025
In the festive air
I see despair  in their eyes.
No one buys their wares.

Husband, wife and child,
Standing together, urging
People to buy toys.

No one looks at them.
Sometimes a balloon is bought
And sometimes a ball.

14.12.2025
Festive mood in the 
Air- here and there ,everywhere .
Christmas is coming .


16.12.2025

The moment had gone.
The lust completely exhumed.
They lay entangled.

Stuck with sweat and sperms,
Heaving sighs of fulfilment,
Lost in  private  thoughts.

Disentangling  now,
They rise, dress , and drift away-
Back to waiting  homes.

17.12.2025
For all those days gone
I can only have a smile.
I grew in my mind.

I was never a
Child,but  already  grown, within
My searching  young mind.


18.12.2025

1.Days  melt into  months ,
Months gather into long  years
Entwined ,they  weave life.


2.  Days melt into months,
Months gather into long years—
Spinning into yarns.

Years traverse through time,
Passing through the loom of life,
Making steady noise.

The shuttle picks through
The yarns; wefting and wafting,
Fabricating  lives.

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