Haikus

Showers on parched slope
Moist, but surface crept
Now a long chasm.


Barbet perched on gulmohar
Fiery canopy bloomed
Spring sun beamed.

In deep sleep the child touches her mother
Feeling her presence lulls her
I too touch you in my sleepy wakefulness
I try to calm my dishevelled being
I too anchor myself in you
I keep coming back to you endlessly