lazy afternoon…haiku

scented balmy air

lazing in the dappled shadows

memories abound

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My birthright

I beseech,

I implore thee

you may not

treat me like a queen

but

the wish to be respected

as a human

is my birthright

a new world

to travel alone

to a far off destination

is my dream

for even

I don’t know

who I will be

and what would be my actions

with no one to hold me back

where

I won’t be a mother, daughter, sister

but just a random free soul

out to explore the

new world

bygone days

your tiny feet…I can  still hear them

running on the cold stone floors

of our old home

and those eyes …looking up to me

from every direction

but

now

I dont know when you come and go out of the house

I pine to spend time with you my baby

but i guess

you are a man now

so fly

make your own world

and leave me with the memories

of the glorius bygone days

 

 

timelessness

the warm winter sun

gold splashed across trees

profound timelessness

down memory lane… haiku

the monsoon breeze

the intoxicating scent of petrichor

a perfect trip down memory lane

monsoon evenings… haiku

monsoon evenings

tea and the scent of petrichor

a perfect moment in time