Illusory
At
dawn, golden rays peeping through bougainvillea flower
Draped
in your yellow sari meandering in riots of colour
A
squirrel a butterfly in wait patiently-all time at spare
Your
arm flap making both tiny enough to scare.
Up
blue sky appears at horizon slowly descending
Atop
fluffy cloud storks in maze perfectly gliding
Whirling
breeze whispering as if in unbound leisure
The
morning you and me all in ethereal pleasure,
Far
from madding crowd amid bountiful nature
If
there is heaven anywhere, it’s only now here.
Life Elixir
Trapped
in my room, confined on a chair near window
Drizzling
since morning, monsoon revealing innuendo,
Not
much to do, over a smoky tea enjoying leisure
My
gaze falling on drenched kid at lane corner
Dancing
frantic enjoying incessant shower of rain
Memories
from childhood flushing out kept engrain(ed).
Life
matured through several incoming echelon
Like
within harsh daylight. Twinkling stars hidden.
( shyamal
mukhopadhyay)
Haiku Faking 1
With
flower bouquet they attend
Funeral
service sorrowfully
In
fact killers they are.
Haiku Faking2
People
fake words holding in hand flower
As
if mock desperation
I
always hate flower.
Shyamal Mukhopadhyay