Haiku by Shiki Masaoka - transcreation

pond thaws
shrimp survives
life is re-born



hamlet dying
in winters arms
a dog howls

mixed - basant haiku

I
rang di chunariya
piya basanti
tore rang mein....

II
kesariyaa baalam
ki aaghosh mein
rut-rangat basant ki....

III
basant ritu
peeli sarson
meheki, beheki
leheki....



alliterative haiku

basant banished
barren blues
i blushed, bloomed .......

wonder years haiku

sun warmed words
twenty years apart
you melt my today



( on rediscovering an old and very dear buddy after 20 years ! )

Us

Friday evenings. Mayhem redefined.

Your voice – matter of fact. You knew that I wouldn’t say no to your coffee offer.

Tripping down freshly polished stairs, my feet had wings.

Gentle games of footise. Looking deep in to your eyes. Brief bliss.

Driving me to class was the icing on the cake. I could have you for a full 23 minutes extra.

Wheedling, pleading were useless. Your schoolmarm side insisted I go in to academia for the rest of the evening.

Even the odd tantrum had no effect . Your masterful side ruled.

I opened the car door, books spilling, balancing on my three inchers .

The swiftness with which your hand reached out from behind me and propelled me back inside the car back on to the seat with a gentle thump, took my breath away.

Silently fixed on the road ahead that would take us back home, did you notice the speedometer reading ?

Or were you too.. equally surprised ?

Did giving in to your impulse make you less in control ?

Or were you finally acknowledging the control that we were beginning to have ….on you ?