always true

do you remember the uncounted little notes i wrote? look for them in places you have forgotten. tear-stained, crumpled or neatly folded with multiple folds, each crease a nervous tension. the billowing mist from the mountains redirect my thoughts to you but never mind these askew dispatches...it is just the sun showers and you.

loopy

i like you

in the rain

the moon

in a haze

streetlight

trims with silver

blades of grass

at my feet

their wetness

sprays my ankles

i need you

to wet my mind

lightning pulses

silently

i wait for thunder

nighttime

nighttime silent
i listen-
sounds of my breath

dawn alights
soaked in prayer
the night dissolves

mid-shabaan moon
lifted with prayers
all night

Note: shabaan is the current islamic month and the night of 14th shabaan holds special significance for muslims in terms of being a very holy night, it is spent in prayers till dawn.

All of the above are seperate haikus, different moments. they can be seen on their own or in unison, enjoy them however you like...:)

lore on mute

nodding blossoms-

listening to tales

of the evening breeze