haiku – Page 2 – elancharan gunasekaran

the roar of spring winds drowns out the rush of the freeway

dusk clouds gather and cradles the silence for the day to end

first light: a burst of feathered raptors shredding the pale sky

an old god drags his cane tip in the dirt drawing imaginary borders

beyond the spring mist a gentle cry answers the koel’s call

very few understand the preciousness of quiet in a world filled with the mechanized madness of industrialization

the upheaval of zen stones as small gods thrash through the undergrowth

deep woods: the ringing of a phone sets off a catastrophic chain reaction

deep we descend into the forest grim before summer touches our soul

spring the rain brings life to the city’s stillness