April begins ~

April begins ~

in the wind 

the long-forgotten 

scent of 

summer vacations

Those who read me here: Am in for a vacation in April....see you after, if not any time before. 

noon sun

noon sun 

how it smiles back, 

this little shamrock



noon sun . . .
it smiles back, this small
shamrock

(With thanks, and as suggested by Robert D. Wilson, Simply Haiku)

Charles Dickens - I

"It [is] one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." ~ Charles Dickens

Happy Holi!

splashing 

the colours of spring

holi. . . .the park 

reverberating with 

the laughter of children 

splashing 
the colours of spring
holi. . . .the park 
reverberating with 
the laughter of children 

HAPPY HOLI ALL!

"see, how it bloomed" ~

see, how it bloomed 

here, this spring

the mountain iris

This Iris has a story...a gift from Gangotri (where River Ganga originates), and supposed to be growing and blooming only in deep cold...but the mountain's gift has bloomed in his garden in this city, this spring... the gleam in the eyes of the gardener, a friend, as he said..."see, how it bloomed" ...

buzzing

buzzing with life

the lemon tree ~

flitting past,

a butterfly lifts

itself to the sky  

flashing

flashing in her 

eyes, memories

of a fateful day

yet, her smile 

radiant with hope 

*from a short story...in process

another spring

another spring 

and the Buddha belly ~

the face of the god I wished to see, 

marred by the thoughts 

of those gone

The road

These days, the conversations always bordering between things known and things unknown….

between things known

and of things unknown,

the road turns again...

buoyant flowers

wave in the wind