Slow day

Dreading to be working

On a beautiful Spring Saturday
Slow, and yes, cloudy skies

On Earth

Everyone is afraid
Me, my last five minutes

It is natural

Better not to talk about certain things

Fools of us
Who love to write
For a Month
Non stop
Til the lights
Of the 30th
Come to die
Fool of me
Swim I will
The waters I never
Dared to try
Those of  death
and of dying
Explore I will
What I feel
What I thought
I am getting
Any younger
Not
Time to talk
To me
About that

Merry Month
To All

Mind Escape

sometimes i feel 

that i'm propelled forward 

by a powerful tide force behind me 

yet i cannot control or steer 

overwhelmingly strong 

built of family empowering and friend support 

and own expectations 

and sickening perfectionism

i feel i am not the one 

at the helm 

at the tiller

common place to be

a viewpoint

maybe i should break free

drop the camera

trim those sails

and embrace the wind

Chesapeake Bay,  Mind Escape on a Sunny Sunday

To Virginia, for intentionally unaware suggested the title

Monday

is it Monday a day,

or the wish of a new begining,

or the bad consequence of a good weekend?

confusion

dead awake

lively asleep

which is which so late?

Origins

long ago I, a child
running high mountains and plains
sprouting dreams and strengths




Anannya Dasgupta, contributor to the Daily Riyaaz (http://napowrimo2012.blogspot.com/), gave me a little primer on Haikus in English language and highlighted the need to focus on the economy of words, not the syllable metric. The English atvatar in her words, would better be synthesis in her proposed version. I keep both version as a testimony to learning. Thanks Annanya!!!

long ago a child
running high mountains
sprouted dreams